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1    WILL    SING    UNTO  THE  LORD   AS  LONG  AS  J. 

LIVE;    1    WILL    SING   PRAISES   UNTO  MY 

GOD    WHILE    I     HAVE   MY    BE  INC. 


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/Y%  0  U  are  prefented  'with  a  choke  and  complete 
PocketHYM  N-B  0  O  K,    containing   a 

collection  fitted  for  private  devotion  (when  you 
would  nxnjb  to  /peak  to  your  [elves  in  -Hymns  end 
Spiritual  Songs)  as  well  as  for  family ,  facial,  and 
public  worfhip  :  and  as  we  intend  to  keep  a  con- 
fiant  fitpply,  the  general  cry  of  our  congregations, 
"  that  they  cannot  procure  Hymn-Booh t"  will  be 
flopped ;  and  we  triffcyou  will  he  much  affijled  by 
the  prefent  publication  in  the  performance  of  thefe 
important  parts  of  divine  fervice. 

The  Hymn-Booh  which  have  been  already  pub- 
lifhed  among  us,  are  truly  excellent.  The  fehcl 
Hymns,  the  double  colleclion  of  Hymns  and  Pfalms, 
and  the  Redemption-Hymns,  difplay  great  fpiritu- 
ality,  as  well  as  purity  of  diclion.  The  large  Con- 
gregational  Hymn-Book  is  admirable  indeed,  but  is 
too  expenfive  for  the  poor,    'who   have  little  time 


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and lefis  mcnty.  The  Pocket  Hymn- Bock  lately  fient 
abroad  in  thefe  States,  is  a  mcji  -valuable  perform- 
ance for  thrift  *vho  are  deeply  Jpiritual,  but  is  better 
fuited  to  the  European  Methodijis,  among  whom  all 
the  before-mentioned  books  ha<ve  been  thoroughly  cir- 
culated for  many  years.  But  all  the  excellencies  of 
the  former  publications  are  in  a  great  77ieafure  con- 
centred in  the  prefent,  nvhich  contains  the  choiceji 
and  moji  precious  of  the  Hymns  that  are  to  be  found 
in  the  former  editions  ;  and  at  the  fame  time  is  fo 
portable,  that  you  may  always  carry  it  with  you 
without  the  leajl  inconvenience* 

We  are  the  more  delighted  with  this  defign,  as  no 
ferfional  ad-vantage  is  concerned,  but  the  public  good 
alone.  For,  after  the  necefifary  expences  of  printing 
and  binding  are  dif charged,  we  Jhall  make  it  a  noble 
charity,  by  applying  the  frrfits  arifing  therefro?n,  ta 
ihe  heavy  debts  of  our  Churches  and  College v 

No  motive  of  afinifter  nature  has  therefore  influ- 
enced us  in  any  degree  to  publifb  this  excelleut  Com- 
filation.  It  has  received  the  Approbation  of  the 
Conferences,  and  contains  many  valuable  Hymns 
nvhich  fome  of  the  former  Editions  did  not.  As  the 
Profits  of  the  former  Editions  have  been  jcrupuloufy 
applied  to  the  above-mentioned  charitable  purpofes, 
the  fame  appropriation  of  ihe  profits  of  the  prefent 
fhall  be  confident ioujly  obferved.  We  mujl  therefore 
eamefily  entreat  you,  if  you  have  any  refipeel  for  the 
Authority  of  the  Conference,  or  of  us,  or  any  regard 
for  the  profiperity  of  the  Connexion,  to  purchafe  no 
Hymn- Books,  but  what  are  jigned  with  the  names, 
of  your  two  Bijhops. 


We  exhort  you  to  Jing  nvith  the  Spirit,  and  with 
the.  under/landing  aljo :  and  thus  may  the  high 
praifes  of  GOD  be  Jet  up  from  Eaft  to  Wefl,  from 
North  to  South  ;  and  tve  Jhall  be  happily  infinmen- 
tal  in  leading  the  Devotions  of  Thoufaudss  and  Jhall 
rejoice  to  join  you  in  Time  a?id  Eternity \ 

We  are, 

Dear  Brethren^ 

Tour  faithful  Pafors  in  Chrjl, 

THOMAS    COKE, 
FRANCIS    ASBURY, 


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#Pocket  HYMN-BOOK 


AWAKENING  and  INVITING, 

HYMN    I.    a  M.     Leeds. 

i   /~\  FOR  a  thoufand  tongues  to  fing 
V^  My  dear  Redeemer's  praife ! 
The  glories  of  ray  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

2  My  gracious  Mafter  and  my  God, 

Afiift  me  Co  proclaim, 
To  fpread  through  all  the  earth  abjoad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrows  csafe  : 
'Tis  raulic  in  the  finner's  ears ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  c?.r.cel!'d  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  fculeil  clean ; 
His  blood  avail 'd  for  me, 

5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
Look,  and  be  fav'd  through  faith  alone.* 
Bo  juftify'd  by  grace! 


6  AWAKENING 

6  See  all  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid! 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  flain, 
His  foul  was  once  an  off'ring  made 
For  ev'ry  foul  of  man. 

7  With  me,  your  chief,  ye  then  (hall  know, 

Shall  feel  your  fins  forgiy'n ; 
Anticipate  your  heav'n  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 

HYMN     II.     Epnxjorth. 

i   /^OME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy, 
V>.  Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore> 
Jefus  ready  ft  and  s  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  pow'rj 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 
2.  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome* 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come,  to  Jefus  Chriit  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confcience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  pf  fitnefs  fondly  dream, 
AH  the  fitnefs  he  rcquireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  ^ives  you,  $ 

'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam, 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden'd, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jefus  came  to  call, 


AND  INVITING.  ^ 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  proftrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

«  It  is  hnifh'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  fufHce  ? 

6  Lo  !  the  incarnate  God  afcending, 

'Pleads  the  merit  cf  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  truft  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  finners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert^ 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  biifsful  feats  of  heav'n. 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame, 

HYMN     III.     L.  M.  Inriiathn, 

1  /^OME,  finners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft; 
V->  Let  every  foul  be  jefu's  gueft  \ 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 

For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come  all  the  world  !  come,  finner,  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now. 

3  Ccme,  all  ye  fouls  by  fin  opprefs'd, 
Ye  reftlefs  wand'rers  after  reft; 
Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 


S  AWAKENING 

4  My  mefTage  as  from  God  receive ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chrift  and  live ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 
Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel : 
His  conq'ring  love  confent  to  feel; 
Yield  to  his  love's  refiftlefs  power, 
And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice  ! 
His  oifer'd  benefits  embrace, 

And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace ! 

7  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  ! 
This  is  the  acceptable  day  : 
Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call. 
And  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 

HYMN    IV.    Fomdery. 

Why  <willje  die?  O  houfe  of  1/rael ! 
£zek.  xviii.  31. 

1  QINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
O   God,  your  Maker,  aiks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himfelf  to  live  ; 

He  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 
Aiks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thanklefs  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  crofs  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  aiks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  fouls  retrieve, 
Dy'd  himfelf,  that  you  might  live. 


J 


AND  INVITING. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ranfom'd  fmners,  why 
Will  you  flight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  the  Spirit  aiks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  flrove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  ftill  refufe  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-fought  fmners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

4  Dead,  alre^vly  dead  within^ 
Spiritually  dead  in  fin, 

Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe, 
Pant  you  after  fecond  death  ? 
Will  you  itiil  in  fin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O,  ye  dying  fmners,  why, 
Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 

H  Y  M  N    V.    L.  M.  Invitation, 

i  QINNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word! 
k3  Hafte  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord ; 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  ! 
All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away, 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kifs  his  late-returning  fon  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  Hands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands* 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
juf}$iow  the  fiony  to  remove  j. 


o  Awakening 

T'  apply  and  witnefs  with  the  blood* 
And  wafn,  and  Teal  the  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you,  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eftate ; 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praife 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
Are  ready  with  their  (Tuning  hoft  : 
All  heav'n  is  ready  to  refound, 

"  The  Dead's  alive  !  the  Loft  is  found  !" 

6  Come  then,  ye  finners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Chriit  to  paradife  reftor'd  : 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gofpel  grace. 

HYMN     VI.      Fetter-Lane. 

EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  fhameful  tree ; 
How  vail  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans !  while  nature  fnakesj 
And  earth's  itrong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  funder  breaks, 
The  folid  marbles  rend. 

5  'Tis  done !  the  precious  raufom's  paid* 
ff  Receive  my  foul!"  he  cries; 
See,  where  he  bows  his  facred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain? 
And  in  full  glory  mine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 


AND  INVITING.  ft 

HYMN   VII.    Welfi. 

i   /^\  Love  divine  !  what  haft  thou  done  ! 
\J  Th'  immortal  God  hathdy'd  for  me  J 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree  : 
Th'  immortal  God  for  me  hath  dy'd  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd, 
2  Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace ! 
Come  fee,  ye  worms,  your  Maker  die. 

And  fay,  was  ever  grief  like  his ! 
Come  feel  with  me  his  blood  appfy'd  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify 'd. 
2  Is  crucify'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  ; 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  ail  are  bought  with  Jefu's  blood  : 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  fide  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 
4  Then  let  us  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  fiream  j 
All  things  for  him  account  but  iofs, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  j 
Of  nothing  think  or  fpeak  befde, 
My  Lordr  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 


H  Y  M  N    VIII.    C.  M.  . 

i  rT~,HIi;E  we  adore,  Eternal  Name? 
JL     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  framc> 
What  dvin*j  worms  we  be  ! 


IZ  A  W  AftiLINlINLx 

2  Our  wafting  lives  grow  (horter  ftill, 

As  days  and  months  increafe ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  fteals  away 

The  breath  that  firft  it  gave  : 

Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  ground," 

To  pufli  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God !  on  what  a  flender  thread 

Hang  everlafting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings ! 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endlefs  woe, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 

HYMN     IX.    C.  M. 

I  "T  X  THEN  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
V  V     O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  (hall  I  appear ! 

i  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  fought ; 


AND  INVITING.  i5 

My  foul  with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  (hall  ftand  difclos'd 

In  majefty  fevere, 
And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foulj, 
O  how  (hall  I  appear  ! 

4  O  may  my  broken  contrite  heart 

Timely  my  fins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears 
Eternal  woe  prevent. 

5  Behold  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan*. 
To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 

6  For  never  fhall  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  hath  dy'd 
To  make  that  pardon  fure. 

HYMN    X.    S.  M. 

i         A   ND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

JTx.  To  lay  this  body  down  B 
And  muft  my  trembling  fpirit  fiy 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

A  land  of deepeft  {hade, 

Unpierc  d  by  human  thought  • 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead,. 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

2       Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  r 
Eternal  happinefs  or  woe 
Muft  then  my  portion  be ! 


14-  AWAKENING 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found, 
I  from  my  grave  muft  rife, 
And  fee  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd. 
And  fee  the  flaming  fkies ! 

3  How  (hall  I  leave  rny  tomb ! 
V\  ith  triumph  or  regret  ? 

A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curfe  or  blefling  meet  ? 

Will  angel -bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  foul  away 

To  meet  its  fentence  there  ? 

4  Who  can  refolve  the  doubt 
That  tears  my  anxious  breaft  ? 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  call  out, 
Or  number'd  with  the  bleii? 
I  muft.  from  God  be  driv'n, 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell : 

Muft  come  at  his  command  to  heav'n, 
Or  elfc  depart  to  hell. 

$       O  thou  that  wouldft  not  have 

One  wretched  fmner  die, 
Who  dy'dft  thyfelf,  my  foul  to  fave 

From  endlefs  mifery  I 

Shew  me  the  way  to  fnun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 
That  when  thou  eomeft  on  thy  throne 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 

6       Thou  art  thyfelf  the  way, 
Thyfclf  in  me  reveal : 
So  fliall  I  fpend  my  life's  ihort  day 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 


AND  INVITING. 

So  (hall  I  love  my  God, 
Becaufe  he  firit  lov'd  me, 
And  praife  thee  in  thy  bright  abode. 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    XL    SnorwfieWs. 

i      A    ND  am  I  only  bom  to  die  ? 
ii   And  mull  I  fuddenly  complj 

With  nature's  ftern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celeltial  joys,  or  hellifh  pains, 
To  all  eternity. 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve* 

And  props  the  houfe  of  clay  ; 
My  fole  concern,  my  fingle  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Againil  that  fatal  day  ! 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  fo  foon  is  gone  ; 
If  new  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  muft  {land  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne ! 

4  Xo  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  mifery  or  joy  : 

But  oh  !  when  both  (hall  end, 
here  mall  I  find  my  defiin'd  place  * 
I]  I  my  everlailing  days 
;h  fi^ndo  cr  angels  f^end  ? 


16  AWAKENING 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath* 
But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  election  fure, 
And,  when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecure 

A  manfion  in  the  Ikies. 

6  Jefus,  vouchfafe  a  pitying  ray, 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happinefs ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whenfoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN    XII.    S.  M. 

1  r  I  *HOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

X     Before  whofe  bar  fevere, 
With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  mall  foon  appear  ; 

Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  row  with  watchful  care, 

And  itir  us  up  to  pray  : 

2  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 
That  awful  hour  unknown, 

When  rob'd  in  majefty  and  povv'r 
Thou  (halt  from  hea.v'n  come  down  ; 
Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 
To  judge  the  human  race, 

With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increafe  our  gracious  fear?, 


AND  INVITING.  17 

For  ever  let  th'  archangel's  voice 

Be  founding  in  our  ears, 

The  folemn  midnight  cry,  • 

M  Ye  dead,  the  judge  is  come, 
ct  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  Iky, 

«s  And  meet  your  inftant  doom  I" 

4       O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord ! 

G  may  we  thus  enfure 

A  lor  among  tlvz  bleft, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  fecurc 

An  everlaiUng  reft  ! 

H  Y  M  N    XIII.    L.  M.. 

1  T  YE  comes  !  he  comes !  the  judge  fevere  ; 
XJL  The  feventh  trumpet  {peaks  him  near, 
His  lightnings  flam,  his  thunders  roll y 
How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul !. 

2  From  heavm  angrlje  voices  (oiUid, 
See  the  almighty  jefus  crown'd  ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 

And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  lace. 

3  Defending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He.  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ■ 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his;  word, 
And  bail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Siiout  all  the  people  of  the  iky, 
And  ail  ihi  faint*  of  the  Mcft  High: 
Our  Lord,  who  now  hi'j  right  obtains, 
lor  ever  and  for  ever  reigns, 


l8  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XIV.    Epwortb. 

1  Y    0 1  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
JL_j  Once  for  favoured  Tinners  flain ! 
Thoufand,  thoufand  faints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  (hall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 
Thcfe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Melfiah  fee. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  paflion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  ; 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 
To  his  ranfom'd  worfhippers : 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears ! 
4.  Yea  !  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee. 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  : 
Jah  !  Jehovah ! 
Everlauing  God,  come  down. 

HYMN     XV.     Trumpet-twit. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  folemo  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remoteft  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  j 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fmners,  home. 


AND  INVITING.  i$ 

2  Jefus  our  great  High  Prieft, 

Hath  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim. 
The  year  ,of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

4  Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  bleft  in  Jefus  live. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  iinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  fold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  miners,  home. 

6  The  gofpel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace, 
And  fav'd  from  earth  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fmners,  home. 


2o  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XVI.   -C.  M. 

I  HPERRIBLE  thought !  (hall  I  alone, 
1     Wfi6  may  be  fav'q,  (liall  I, 
Of  all,  alas!  whom  I  have  known* 
Through  fin  for  ever  die  ? 

%  While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 
With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right-hand  appeaT, 
A  bleffing  to  receive. 

3  Shall  I  amidft  a  ghaftlyband, 

Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-feat, 
Far  on  the  left,  with  horror  ilan4, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet  ? 

4  While  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 

Muft  I  in  torments  dwell  ? 
And  howl  ^while  they  fing  hymns  above) 
And  blow  the  flames  of  hell  ? 

$  Ah  !  no  ;  I  ftill  may  turn  and  live, 
For  ftill  his  wrath  delays  ; 
He  now  vouchfafes  a  kind  reprieve, 
And  offers  me  his  grace. 

6  I  will  accept  his  offers  now, 
From  every  fin  depart, 
Perform  my  oft  repeated  vow. 
And  render  him  my  heart. 

"j  I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 
The  grace  through  Jefus  given; 
Sure  if  with  God  on  earth  1  Jive, 
To  live  with  God  in  heaven. 


AND  INVITING.  zi 

HYMN   XVII.    Wood's. 

lHOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 
To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  theej 
A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  ; 
A  half-aw^ken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 
A  fianer  born  to  die  1 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
*Twixt  two  unbounded  feas  I  ftand 

Secure,  infennble; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpace, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  ihuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmoft  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart' 

Eternal  things  imprefs ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  folemn  weight. 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteoufnefs. 

4  Eefbre  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  malt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thv  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  in  all  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Z  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'nefs  here> 
With  ferious  indairry  and  fear 

Eternal  blifs  t*  er.fure  ; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  all  thy  righteous  willy 
And  tc  the  end  endure, 


22  PENITENTIAL. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive 
Tran foorted  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  fight, 
And  hope  in  full,  fuprcme  delight, 
And  everiafting  love. 

*3*  ■*$»•  *s+  <>  <>  <>  <j>  <•>  <;>  <:>  o  •£*•  <•>  ■»:•>  ■**»•  •*«>  <!>  i;5> 
PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN     XVIII.      Afflmrt. 

1  TT'ATHEPv  of  Lights,  from  whom  proceeds 
JL     Whate'er  thy  ev'ry  creature  needs ; 
Whofe  goodnefs,  providently  nigh, 

Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry  : 
To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
Suggeft,  and  hearken  to  my  pray'r. 

2  Since  by  thy  light  myfelf  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee  ; 
Thy  eyes  mult  all  my  thoughts  furvey, 
Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay ; 
Thou  feeft  my  wants,  for  help  they  call, 
And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  all. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
Wayward,  and  impotent,  and  blind  : 
Thou  knew 'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  wii!> 
Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill ; 

Thou  know'ft  how  wide  my  pa{lions  rove. 
Nor  check'd  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love. 

4  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee 
And  feel  the  indigence  I  fee ; 

Fain  would  I  all  my  vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  burden  grosn  • 

I 


PENITENTIAL.  23 

Abhor  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 
Ah!  give  me,  Lord,  myfelf  to  feel, 
My  total  mifery  reveal : 
Ah !  give  me,  Lord  (I  ftill  would  fay) 
A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray ; 
My  bufmefs  this,  my  only  care, 
My  life-  my  ev'iy  breath  be  pray'r. 
HYMN    XIX.     S.  M. 

O  THAT  I  could  repent! 
O  that  I  could  believe ! 
Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent, 

The  rock  in  funder  cleave ! 

Thou  by  the  two-edg'd  fword, 

My  foul  and  fpirit  part, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word 

And  break  my  ftubborn  heart. 

Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  beftow, 
Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs, 

And  let  the  captive  go : 

Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  hea* 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love.  — 

For  thy  own  mercy's  fake 

The  curfed  thing  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take. 

The  pris'ner  of  thy  love; 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour 

Stand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
And  fcreen  me  from  my  nature's  pow'i 

Till  thou  haft  made  me  whole. 
C 


24  PENITENTIAL. 

4       This  is  thy  will,  I  know, 

That  I  (hould  holy  be, 
Should  let  my  fins  this  moment  go, 

This  moment  turn  to  thee  : 

O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  all-fufficient  pow'r, 
And  never  more  to  fin  give  place, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

HYMN    XX.     Calvary. 

i    TESU,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
I    Call  back  a  wand'ring  fheep ; 
Valfe  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftor'd, 

On  me  be  all  long- fuffe  ring  fliown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown : 
Turn,  and  look,  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

3  For  thine  own  compaifion's  fake 

The  gracious  wonder  fhow  ! 
Call:  my  fins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wafh  me  white  as  fnow : 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  ftirr'd, 

If  I  now  myfelf  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftorvc. 


PENITENTIAL.  25 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  abovt, 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die  ! 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  j 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  rtone. 

5  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  purfu'd 

The  firft  apoftate  man, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

And  bade  him  rife  again; 
Speak  my  paradife  reftord, 

Redeem  mt  by  thy  grace  alone  ? 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

6  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live ; 
(t  Father,"  ^at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)  li  forgive!" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  «  'tis  done';** 

0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'it  my  heart  of  ftone. 

HYMN   .XXI. 

i*  T    ET  the  world  their  virtue  boaft, 
JL-j  Their  works  of  right'oufnefs : 
I,  a  wretch,  undone  and  loft, 

Am  freely  fav'd  by  grace ; 
Other  title  I  difclaim, 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea, 

1  the  chief  of  finners  am, 
But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 


z6  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Happy  they  whofe  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  fwelling  ftream, 
Who  their  heav'n  in  Chrift  have  found, 

And  give  the  praife  to  him  ; 
Let  them  triumph  in  his  name, 

Enjoy  their  full  felicity  ; 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me! 

3  Bleit  are  they,  entirely  bled, 

Who  can  in  him  rejoice, 
Lean  on  his  beloved  breaft, 

And  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice; 
Meaneft  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  fteps  I  at  a  diftance  fee  ; 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me ! 

4  Jefus,  thou  for  me  haft  dy'd, 

And  thou  in  me  fhalt  live ; 
I  (hall  feel  thy  death  apply'd, 

I  (hall  thy  life  receive ; 
To  bring  Hre  on  earth  thou  came, 

O  that  it  now  may  kindled  be  I 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 
But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me ! 

HYMN    XXII.    C.  M. 
i  T  X  7ITH  glorious  clouds  encompaft  round, 
V  V     Whom  angels  dimly  fee, 
Will  the  Unfearchable  be  found, 
Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
2  Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 
Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ? 
Anfwer,  thou  Man  of  Grief  and  Love, 
And  fpeak  it  to  my  heart. 


PENITENTIAL.  27 

3  In  rrtanifefted  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  defign ; 
What  meant  the  Tuff' ring  Son  of  man  ? 
The  ftreaming  blood  divine  ? 

4  Did  ft  thou  not  in  our  flefh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  may  now  perceive  thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 

5  Come  then,  and  to  my  foul  reveal 

The  heights  and  depths  of  grace, 
The  wounds  which  all  my  forrows  heal, 
That  dear  disfigur'd  face. 

6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confefs'd, 

Stand  forth  a  flaughter'd  Lamb  ; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfon  veir,  , 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  ihow, 

Jehovah  crucify 'd  ! 
And  then  thepard'ning  God  I  know, 
And  feel  the  blood  apply 'd. 
$  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 
Whom  angels  dimly  fee ; 
And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  ^ght3 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    XXIII.     Mourner'^ 

I    YESU,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art, 
j    If  all  thy  promifes  are  fure, 
Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor  5 
To  me  be  all  thy  treafures  giv'n, 
The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heav'n, 

c  3 


i8  penitential. 

2  Thou  haft  pronounc'd  the  mourners  blefs'd, 
And  lo!  for  thee  I  ever  mourn: 

I  cannot,  no,  I  will  not  reft, 
Till  thou  my  only  reft  return ; 

Till  thou,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appear. 

And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 

g    Where  is  the  bleffednefs  beftow'd 
On  all  that  hunger  after  thee  ? 
I  hunger  now,  I  thirft  for  God ! 

See,  the  poor  fainting  (inner  fee, 
And  fatisfy  with  endlefs  peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  right'oufnefs. 

4  Ah,  Lord !  if  thou  art  in  that  figh, 

Then  hear  thyfelf  within  me  pray  ; 
Hear  in  my  heart  thy  Spirit's  cry, 

Mark  what  my  lab'ring  foul  would  fay : 
Anfwer  the  deep  unutter'd  groan, 
And  il>ew  that  thou  and  I  are  one. 

5  Shine  on  thy  work,  difperfe  the  gloom, 

Light  in  thy  light  I  then  mall  fee  ; 
Say  to  my  foul,  "  Thy  light  is  come, 

"  Glory  divine  is  rifen  on  thee  : 
"  Thy  warfare's  paft,  thy  mourning's  o'er; 
«*  Look  up,  for  thou  (halt  weep  no  more." 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thy  promHe  fure, 

And  truft  thou  wilt  not  long  delay  ; 
Hungry,  and  fcrrowful,  and  poor, 

Upon  thy  word  myfelf  I  ftay  : 
Into  thine  hands  my  all  refign, 
And  wait  till  ail  thou  art  is  mine. 


PENITENTIAL.  29 

HYMN    XXIV.    C.  M. 

1  JESUS,  if  ftill  thou  art  to-day 
J    As  yefterday  the  fame, 
Frefent  to  heal,  in  me  difplay 

The  virtue  of  thy  name. 

2  If  ftill  thou  go'ft  about  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praife  may  mew, 
Be  all  thy  wonders  (hew'd. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat ; 
With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathfome,  and  foul,  and  fe!f-abhorr'd> 

I  fmk  beneath  my  fin  *t 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

5  Thou  feeft  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord,  my  ear : 
Bid  me  ftretch  out  my  wither'd  hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  pray'r. 

6  Silent  {alas!  thou  know'ft  how  long) 

My  -oice  I  cannot  raife ; 
But  O :  when  thou  (halt  loofe  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  ihall  fmg  thy  praife. 

7  Lame  at  the  pool  I  ftill  am  found  : 

Give,  and  my  ftrength  employ; 
Light  as  a  hart  I  then  ihall  bound, 
The  lame  Ihall  leap  for  joy. 
3  Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  thec^ 
N  ii  darjs  i  am  within; 


3o  PENITENTIAL. 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
The  finfulnefs  of  fin. 

9  But  thou,  they  fay,  art  pafling  by, 

O  let  me  find  thee  near ; 

Jefus,  in  mercy,  hear  my  cry, 

Thou  Son  of  David  hear. 

10  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way 

For  thee  the  heav'nly  light; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay, 
Sinner  receive  thy  fight. 

HYMN    XXV.     Tmndery. 

r    TESU,  lover  of  my  foul, 
J    Let  me  to  thy  bofo  n  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempeft  ftill  is  high ;. 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  foul  at  laft ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee  -3 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  truft  on  thee  is  ftay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 

With  the  fliadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Raife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  fick,  and  lead  the  blind ; 


PENITENTIAL.  31 

Jsft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteoufnefs; 
Falfe,  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4      plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  : 
Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound  j 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Riie  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN    XXVI.    Chapel. 

1  f\  LCVE  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art ! 
K^/  When  ihall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirft,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love. 

The  love  of  Chriic  to  me ! 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable: 

The  firft  born  fons  of  light 
Defire  in  vain  its  depths  to  fee  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  myftery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
O  that  it  now  were  fhed  abroad 

In  this  poor  ftony  heart ! 
For  love  I  figh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 


3i  PENITENTIAL, 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  fit 
With  Mary  at  the  Matter's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breaft  I 
From  care  and  fin,  and  forrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 
My  everlalting  reft  ! 

HYMN  XXVII.  S.  M. 

I  A    H  !  whither  (hall  I  go, 

JTjL  Burden'd,  and  fick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  mould  I  my  trouble  lhow, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  finner  home* 
And  yet  from  him  I  Hay. 

3       What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 
Poffeflion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  curfed  thing  unknown 
Mull  furely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own, 
Some  fecret  bofom-fin. 

3       Jefu,  the  hindrance  mow, 

Which  I  have  fear'd  to  fee  j 


J 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

Yet  let  me  now  eonfent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  pow'r  difplay  : 
Into  its  darkeft  corners  mine, 
And  take  the  veil  away* 
I  now  believe,  in  thee 
Companion  reigns  alone ; 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  would'ft  fain  remove  5 
Remove  it,  and  I  (hall  declare 
That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN     XXVIII.     ll 2th  Pfalm: 

FATHER  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  juft, 
My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee, 
Pity  a  foul  that  fain  would  truft 

In  him  who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me ; 
But  only  thou  can'ft  make  him  known, 
A.nd  in  fny  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 
If,  drawn  by  thine  alluring  grace, 

My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 
Show  me  in  Chrift  thy  fmiling  face, 

What  flefh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal; 
Thy  co-eternal  Son  difplay, 
And  call  my  darknefs  into  day. 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart : 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  ihine ; 
To  Ihine  in  my  dark,  drooping  heart, 

And  fill  me  with  the  life  divine : 
Now  bid  the  new  creation  be  ! 
O  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me« 


34  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XXIX.    Paffimt. 

1  /^  JESUS  my  hope, 
V>/  For  me  offer 'd  up, 

Who  with  clamour  purfu'd  thee  to  Calvary's  top : 

The  blood  thou  haft  lhed, 

For  me  let  it  plead, 
And  declare  thou  hall  dy'din  thy  murderer's  Head. 

2  Now,  now  let  me  know 
Its  virtue  below ; 

Let  it  warn  me,  and  I  (hall  be  whiter  than  fnow. 

Let  it  hallow  my  heart, 

Arjd  throughly  convert, 
And  make  me,  O  Lord,  in  the  world  as  thon  art. 

3  Each  moment  apply 'd, 
My  weaknefs  to  hide, 

Thy  blood  be  upon  me,  and  always  abide  : 

My  advocate  prove 

With  the  Father  above, 
And  fpeak  me  at  laft  to  the  throne  of  thy  love. 

HYMN    XXX.    Shepherd  of  Ifrael. 

I  f^OME,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
V>*  To  vifit  a  forrowful  breaft, 
My  burthen  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  aflurance  and  reft  : 
Thou  only  haft  power  to  relieve 

A  finner  o'erwhelm'd  with  his  load  : 
The  fenfe  of  acceptance  to  give, 

And  fprinkle  his  heart  with  thy  blood. 


PENITENTIAL.  3; 

With  me  if  of  old  thou  haft  ftrove, 

And  ftrangely  withheld  from  my  fin. 
And  try'd,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthlefs  affections  to  win  : 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive ; 

Thy  uttermoil  mercy  exert ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  ftrive, 

And  hold  till  I  yield  thee  my  heart* 
Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  figh'd  from  myfelf  to  get  free  ; 
And  groan'd  the  unfpeakable  groan, 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee : 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  defire, 

Thy  peace  to  my  confcience  reveal^ 
The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel. 

If  when  I  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd : 
Moil  pitiful  Spirit  of  grace, 

Relieve  me  again,  and  reftore ; 
My  fpirit  in  holinefs  raife, 

To  fall  and  to  fuffer  no  more. 

If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  gafp  for  a  drop  of  thy  love, 
If  Jefus  hath  bought  thee  with  blood 

For  me  to  receive  from  above  : 
Come,  heav'nly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witnefs  of  mercy  divine, 
And  ma1:    me  thy  permanent  home> 

And  feal  me  eternally  thine  1 
D 


36  PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XXXI.    L.  M. 

i    OTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  flay, 

0  Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite  ; 
Nor  caft  the  firmer  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlaftino;  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  griev'd. 

3  Yet,  O  !  the  chief  of  fmners  fpare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  Kigh-Prieft, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fv*  ear 

rI    exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft. 

4  If  yet  thou  canft  my  fins  forgive, 

From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes.j 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 

5  From  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 

Up-raife  me  with  thv  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  prcmis'd  land. 

HYMN    XXXII.     Cary's. 

i   *T  "X  7EARY  of  wan'dring  from  my  God, 
V  V     And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn ; 

1  have  an  advocate  above, 

A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


PENITENTIAL.  37 

2  O  Jefus,  full  of  truth  and  grace  ; 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  fin, 
Yet  once  again  I  feek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in, 
And  freely  my  backflidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithlefs  firmer  ftill. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back^ 

My  fallen  fpirit  to  reftore  ; 
OJor  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 

Forgive  and  bid  me  fin  no  more! 
The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  pray 'r, 

4  Ah!  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  fin  I 
A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within ! 
That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  pow'r, 
And  never  dare  t'  offend  thee  more. 

HYMN     XXXIII.     Hamilton. 

1  r  J  'O  the  haven  of  thy  breaft, 

1     O  Son  of  Man,  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  reft, 

For  O  the  ftorm  is  high ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  blaft, 

A  covert  from  the  temped  be ; 
Hide  me,  Jefus,  till  o'erpaft 

The  ftorm  of  fin  I  fee. 

2  Welcome  as  the  water- fpring 

To  a  dry  barren  place  : 
O  defcend  on  me  and  bring 
The  fweet-refrefhing  grace ; 


33  PENITENTIAL. 

O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  land 

As  a  great  rock  extends  its  (hade, 

Hide  me,  baviour,  with  thine  hand, 
And  fcreen  my  naked  head. 

3  In  the  time  of  my  diftrefs 

Thou  halt  my  fuccour  been; 
In  my  utter  helpleffnefs 

Retraining  me  from  fin  : 
O  how  fwifiiy  didil  thou  move 

To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 
And  ihield  me  with  thy  pow'r. 

4  Firil  and  laft,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  haft  begun ; 
Be  my  ifcelter  from  the  ftorm, 

My  fhadow  from  the  fun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
Till  the  fprinkling  of  thy  blood 

Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 

HYMN    XXXIV.    L.  M. 

i   tiT^\  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  finncrs  cry 
\^J  Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  ray  foul  averfe  to  fin; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight; 


PENITENTIAL.  39 

Thy  faying  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  ftiil  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

6  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  mail  learn  thy  fov'rei^n  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  bicod, 
And  they  (hall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

7  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  mall  be  ail  my  fong ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs.. 

H  Y  M  N    XXXV.    C.  M. 

1  £~\  THAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive 
\^P  Who  did  the  world  redeem  ! 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 

A  life  concealed  in  him. 

2  O  that  I  could  the  bleffing  prove,. 

My  heart's  extreme  deiire  ; 
Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love 
And  in  his  arms  expire  ! 


Mercy  I  aik  to  feal  my  peace, 
That  kept  by  mercy's  power 
D  3 


4o  PENITENTIAL. 

I  may  from  cv'ry  evil  ceafe, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more  I 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

Ev'n  now  m)  fins  remove. 
And  fet  my  foul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  anfwej  to  ten  thoufand  pray'rs, 

rhoo  pard'ning  God  defcend — . 
Number  me  with  falvation's  heirs, 
My -fins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  afk,  or  want  belide, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  apply'd. 
And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

HYMN     XXXVI.      Foundiry. 

1    T^ROOPING  foul,  (hake  off  thy  fears; 
JL/   Fearful  foul,  be  ftrong,  be  bold ; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  : 
Murmur  not  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  fet  thy  God  a  time, 
Calmly  for  his  coming  flay, 

Leave  ir,  leave  it  all  to  him. 

3  Fainting  foul,  be  bold,  be  ftrong; 

Wait  the  leifurc  of  thy  Lord; 
Though  it  feem  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word  • 
On  his  word  my  foul  I  call 

(He  cannot  himftlf deny) 
Sun  L  it  fhall  fpeak  at  laft  ; 

It  ihali  fpeak,  and  {hall  not  lie. 


PENITENTIAL.  41 

3  Ev'ry  one  that  feeks  {hall  find  : 

Ev'ry  one  that  afks  mall  have  : 
Chriil,  the  Saviour  of  mankind* 

Willing,  able  all  to  fave, 
I  fhail  his  falvation  fee, 

I  in  faith  on  Jefus  call, 
I  from  fin  (hall  be  fet  free, 

Perfectly  fet  free  from  all. 

4  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  heiplefs  as  I  am, 
Surely  thou  canft  make  me  ftand| 

I  believe  in  Jefa's  name  : 
Saviour  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  haft  fav'd  me  heretofore, 
Thou  from  fin  doll  fave  me  now  ; 

Thcu  (halt  fave  me  evermore. 


H  Y  M  N    XXXVII.    C.  M, 


'W 


HY  fhould  the  children  of  a  king 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  r 


"t> 

Great  Comforter,  defcend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace ! 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints! 
And  ftiew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  AfTure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  m\  born  of  God, 


42  PENITENTIAL. 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  thy  bleft  wings,  celeftial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    XXXVIII.    C.  M. 

1  "I\/F  Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  deep  ye  fo? 
JLV X    Awake,    my  fluggiih  foul ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 

Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants  :  for  one  poor  grain 

See  how  they  toil  and  ft  rive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  "have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  ftands, 

And  Mars  their  courfes  move  : 
We  for  whofe  guards  the  angel-bands, 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  (hall  we  live  fo  fluggifn  ftilj, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  fouls  to  rife. 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


PETITION. 
PETITION. 

HYMN     XXXIX.     Arne. 

i   T  TAPPY  foul,  that  free  from  harms, 
L±  Refts  within  his  Shepherd's  arms  I 
Who  his  quiet  mall  moleft  ? 
Who  fhall  violate  his  reft  ? 
Jefus  doth  his  fpirit  bear, 
Jefus  takes  his  ev'ry  care  ; 
He  who  found  the  wand'ring  fheep, 
Jefus  Hill  delights  to  keep. 

2  O that  I  might  fo  believe, 
Stedfaftly  to  Jefus  cleave  ; 
On  his  only  love  rely, 
Smile  at  the  deftroyer  nigh  ; 
Free  from  fin  and  fervile  fear, 
Have  my  Jefus  ever  near; 
All  his  care  rejoice  to  prove, 
All  his  paradife  of  love. 

3  Jefus,  feek  thy  wand'ring  fheep, 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep-f 
Take  on  thee  my  ev'ry  care ; 

Bear  me,  on  thy  bofom  bear ; 
Let  me  know  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice ; 
More  and  more  of  thee  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  Spirit  live  : 

4  Live  till  all  thy  life  I  know, 
Perfect  through  my  Lord  below  t 
Gladly  then  from  earth  remove, 
Gather'd  to  the  fold  above  ; 


44  PETITION. 

O  that  I  at  laft:  may  (land 
With  the  iheep  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Take  the  crown  fo  freely  giv'n ; 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    XL.     Amjlerdam. 

i    "|V  TAKER,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
XVJL  Who  haft  on  me  beftow'd 
An  immortal  foul,  defign'd 

To  be  the  houfe  of  God  : 
Come,  and  now  refidc  in  me, 

Never,  never  to  remove, 
Make  me  juft,  and  good,  like  thee, 

And  full  of  pow'r  and  love. 

2  Bid  me  in  thy  image  rife, 

A  faint,  a  creature  new ; 
True,  and  merciful,  and  wife, 

And  pure,  and  happy  too. 
This  thy  primitive  deiign, 

That  I  fhould  in  thee  be  bled ; 
Should  within  the  arms  divine 

For  ever,  ever  reft. 

3  Let  thy  will  in  me  be  done ; 

Fulfil  my  heart's  defire, 
Thee  to  know,  and  love  alone, 

And  rife  in  raptures  higher : 
Thee  clefcending  on  a  cloud 

When  with  ravifk'd  eyes  I  fee; 
Then  I  fhall  be  fill'd  with  God 

To  all  eternity! 


PETITION.  45 

HYMN     XLI.     Hamilton. 

GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  bleiTing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas !  I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  : 
Friends  of  iinners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
Standing  now  as  newly  (lain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  : 
Now,  as  yefterday  the  fame 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  fmners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  Ihed  for  me. 
Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 
Empty  fend  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'll,   am  poor ; 
Duft  and  afnes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  fin  and  mifery : 

Friend  of  fmners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 
No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought. 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace  ; 
Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace  : 
Coming,  as  at  firft  I  came, 
To  take,  and  not  beftow  on  thee  : 
Friend  of  fmners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  Hied  for  me. 


♦o 


6  PETITION. 


Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  fide 

I  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  fpirit  hide, 

When  I  am  pure  in  heart : 
Till  my,  place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  fhall  be  all  any  plea, 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  ihed  for  me. 

HYMN    XLII.    Chapel 

COME,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice, 
In  hope  that  I  fhall  hear  thy  voice. 

Shall  one  day  fee  my  God  ; 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  my  fin  and  ftrife, 
Handle  and  taile  the  word  of  life, 

And  feel  the  fprinkled  blood. 
I  {hall  net  always  make  my  moan, 
Nor  worihip  thee  a  God  unknown, 

But  I  (hall  live  to  prove 
»Thy  people's  reft,  and  faints'  delight, 
'The  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth)  and  heigh: 

Cf  thy  redeeming  love. 
Rejoicing  now  in  earnefl  hope, 
I  Hand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  ail  the  land  below  : 
Rivers  of  milk  md  honey  rife, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradife 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow  : 
A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favoured  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

With  ever/  blcfting  bleft  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  righteoufnefs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  cvcrlafting  reft. 


PETITION,  47 

5  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 

„  No  more  on  this  fide  Jordan  flop, 

But  now  the  land  pofTefs ; 
This  mpment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows,  and  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears* 

An  howling  wildernefs ! 

6  Now,  O  my  Joihua,  bring  me  in9 
Call  out  thy  foes,  the  inbred  fin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove ; 
The  purchafe  of  thy  death  divide, 
And  O,  with  all  the  fanftify  'd, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love ! 

HYMN    XLIIL    Brochmer, 

i  £~^  OD  of  all  grace  and  majefty, 

V7  Supremely  great  and  good^ 
If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee, 

Through  the  atoning  blood ; 
The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 

And  to  my  pardon  join 
A  fear,  left  I  mould  ever  grieve 

Thy  gracious  Spir't  divine. 

2  If  mercy  is  indeed  with  thee, 
May  I  obedient  prove, 
Nor  e'er  abufe  my  liberty, 
Or  fin  againil  thy  love : 
This  choiceft  fruit  of  faith  bellow 

On  a  poor  fojourner  ; 
And  let  me  pafs  my  days  below, 
In  humblenefs  and  fear, 
E 


48  PETITION, 

3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  fight, 

My  ftri^sobferver  fee ; 
And  thou %y  rev'rent  love  unite 

My  child-like  heart  to  thee  : 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  pari, 

At  Jefu's  feet  abide ; 
So  (hall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 

And  feat  me  by  his  fide. 

HYMN    XLIV.    C.  M. 

i   T  WANT  a  principle  within 
X  Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  fenfibility  of  fin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  flefhly  heart, 
The  tender  confcience  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  confcience  make ; 
Awake  my  foul,  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  Itill  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ft  ray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove : 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

5  O  may  the  leaft  omiffion  pain 

My  well-inftrucled  foul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


PETITION.  49 

HYMN    XLV.    Norwich, 

i   IV  /TY  God,  my  life,  my  lov. 
1VI  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

■2,  Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 
?Tis  paradiie  when  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne^ 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place; 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  Iky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  center  of  my  foul. 


co  PETITION. 

8  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 
With  infinite  defire : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Lear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher. 

HYMN     XLVI. 

i     JESUS,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory, 
^)    Purify  me,  that  I 
Ma      -ith  .aints  adore  thee. 

2  Ei3  with  eai neit  expectation, 

.Still  I  fit  at  thy  f  et, 
Longing  for  falvation. 

3  My  poor  heart  rouchfafc  to  dwell  in. 

Make  me  thine,  Love  divine, 
By  thy  Spirit's  kaling. 

4  Thou  haft  laid  the  fure  foundation 

Of  my  hope,  build  me  up; 
Finifh  thy  creai 

5  From  this  inbn-d  fin  deliver: 

Let  the  yoke  now  be  broke, 
Make  me  thine  for  ever. 

6  Partner  of  thy  perfect  nature, 

Let  me  be,  now  in  thee, 
A  .new  fpotlefs  creature. 

7  Perfect  when  I  walk  before  that, 

Soon  or  late,  then  translate, 
To  the  realms  of  glory. 

HYMN    XLVII.    L.  M. 

2    T  Thirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God> 
JL  To  warn  me  in  thy  ckanfmg  blood ; 
To  (iuell  w  ithin  thy  wounds ;  then  pain 
Is  fweet,  a iid  lite  or  death  is  gain. 


PETITION.  5? 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ! 

Seal  thou  my  breaft,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  bleft  are  they  who  frill  abide 
Clofe  ihelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  fide ! 
Who  life  and  ftrength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

4  What  are  our  works  but  fin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  : 
Thou  giv'ft  the  pow'r  thy  grace  to  moves 
O  wond'rous  grace !  O  boundlefs  love  ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  thou  fhouldft  us  to  glory  bring; 
Make  flaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  o'erflow* 
Our  words  are  loft,  nor  will  we  know. 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  bende, 

f  My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucify'd; ' 

7  Ah  !  Lord,  enlarge  our  fcanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  haft  wrought ; 
Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring  tongues  to  tell 
Thy  love  immenie,  unfearchable  ! 

8  Firft-bom  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  !  all  our  fouls  we  bow  : 
To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live* 
E  3 


$1  PETITION. 

HYMN    XLVIII.    Irene. 

1  QAVIOUR!  the  world's  and  mine, 
k5   Was  ever  grief  like  thine  ? 
Thou  my  pain,  my  curfe  halt  took, 

Ali  my  iins  were  laid  on  thee  : 
Help  me,  Lord,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
Draw  me,  Saviour,  after  thee. 

2  To  love  is  all  my  with, 

I  only  live  for  this  : 
Grant  me,  Lord,  my  heart's  defire, 

There  by  faith  for  e'er  to  dwell : 
This  I  always  will  require, 

Thee,  and  only  thee  to  feel. 

3  Thy  pow'r  I  pant  to  prove, 

Rooted  and  fix'd  in  love, 
Strengthen^!  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 

Wife  to  fathom  things  divine, 
What  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

What  the  depth  of  love  like  thine. 

4  Ah  !  give  me  this  to  know 

With  all  thy  faints  below  ; 
Swells  my  foul  to  compafs  thee  ; 

Gafps  in  thee  to  live  and  move ; 
Fill'd  with  all  the  Deity, 

All  immersed  and  loft  in  love ! 

HYMN   XLIX.   C.  M. 

j     TESUS,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 
J    Thy  bleffing  we  implore, 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  worffj 
The  great,  efTeftual  door*. 


PETITION-,  si 

Z  Gather  the  outcafts  in,  and  fave 
From  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r ! 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have> 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know ''ft  to  prize 

What  thou  haft  bought  fo  dear; 
Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes 
With  ail  thy  wounds  appear ! 

4  Appear,  as  when  of  old  conreft 

The  fuif'ring  Son  of  God  ; 
And  let  them  lee  thee  in  thy  veft 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5  The  ftorry  from  their  hearts  remove* 

Thou,  who  for  ail  haft  dy'd  ; 
Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide  ! 

6  Thy  feet  were  naii'd  to  yonder  tree, 

To  trample  down  their  fin  : 
Thy  hands  they  all  ftretch'd  out  may  fee^ 
To  take  thy  murd'rers  in. 

7  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is, 

Where  all  may  freely  go, 
And  drink  the  living  ftreams  of  blifs> 
And  wafh  them  white  as  inow. 

3  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  t'  apply, 
And  prove  the  record  true ; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  miners  err, 
"Ifu&hl  tins  for  yoaH      ' 


m 
54  PETITION. 

HYMN    L.    C.  M. 

1  (~\  GOD!  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
V_^/  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlaiting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  envis  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

5  The  bufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  dou-mvard  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  f:>ns  away  ; 
Tbev  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

7  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Our  hope  for  vears  to  come  : 
$e  thou  our  guard  while  life  (hall  laft. 
And  our  perpetual  home. 


PETITION.  55 

H  Y  IvI  N     LI.    Neva-Years  day. 

i   /^OME,  let  us  anew 

V^  Our  journey  purfue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  (land  ftill  till  the  Mailer  appear ! 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love/ 
z  Our  life  is  a  dream, 

Our  time  as  a  ftream 
Glides  fwiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  ftay  : 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone ; 
The  millennial  year 
Rnlhes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here, 
3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  fay, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  flnifh'd  the  work  thoudidft  give  me  to  do/1 
O  that  each  from  his  Load 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
«  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
jrnter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throos/' 

H  Y  M  N    LII.     2$d  Pfalm* 
i   ]"    EADER  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 
JLj  Of  all  that  travel  to  the  fey, 
Come  and  with  us,  ev'n  us  abide, 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely ; 
On  thee  alone  our  fpirits  ftay, 
While  htld  in  life's  uneven  way. 


56  PETITION. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place, 
And  haften through  the  vale  of  woe: 

And  reftlefs  to  behold  thy  face, 
Swift  to  our  heav'nly  country  move* 
Our  everlailing  home  above. 

3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  fight; 
Thither  our  fteady  courfe  we  freer, 

Afpiring  to  the  plains  of  light, 
Jerufalem  the  faints'  abode, 
Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

4  Patient  th'  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  caft  behind, 
From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on, 

The  new  Jerufalem  to  find : 
Our  labour  this,  our  only  aim, 
To  find  the  new  Jerufalem, 

£  Thro'  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne, 
Freely  and  gracioufly  forgiv'n, 

With  fongs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  our  native  heav'n; 

That  palace  of  our  glorious  King, 

We  find  it  nearer  while  we  fing. 

6  Rais  'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew 'u  ; 
The  church  of  the  firft-born  to  join, 
To  travel  to  the  mount  of  God; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  arife, 
And  meet  our  Captain  in  the  ikies. 


'S 


PETITION.  £} 

HYMN    LIII.    Kingswood. 
ON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 


Again  hath  rais'd  rne  up, 
Call'd  me  ftili  to  feek  thy  face, 

And  giv'n  me  back  my  hope; 
Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 

And  all  thy  loving  kindnefs  mow  i 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  Hand 

In  fore  temptation's  hour! 
Save  me  with  thine  out-ilretch'd  hand* 

And  (hew  forth  all  thy  pow'r : 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Thy  all-fufrkient  grace  beftow  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord* 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 

And  fix  it  in  my  heart, 
That  I  may  from  evil  near, 

With  fpeedy  care  deuart : 
Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd* 

Till  thou  deftroy  the  tyrant-foe, 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Never  let  me  leave  thy  breaft, 

From  thee,  my  Saviour,  flray ; 
Thcu  art  my  fupp-  rt  and  reft, 

My  true  and  living  way  : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

In  heav'n  above,  and  earth  below  £ 
Keep  mej  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 


53  PETITION. 

HYMN    LIV.    Kingsri^d. 
ORD !   and  is  thine  anger  gone  ? 


L 


And  art  thou  pacify'd  ? 
After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Doft  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are  ; 

Beneath  the  weight  I  cannot  move, 
O  'tis  more  than  I  can  bear, 

The  fenfe  of  pard'ning  love  ! 
Let  it  ftill  my  heart  conftrain, 

And  all  my  paflions  fway  ; 
Keep  me,  left  I  turn  £gain 

Out  of  the  narrow  way  : 
Force  my  vi'lence  to  be  ftill, 

And  captivate  my  every  thought ; 
Charm,  and  melt,  and  change  my  will, 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 
If  I  have  begun  once  more 

Thy  fweet  return  to  feel ; 
If  even  now  I  find  thy  pow'r 

Prefent  my  foul  to  heal ; 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  ilruggle  out  of  thine  embrace  ; 
Never  more  refill,  or  fly 

From  thy  purfuing  grace. 
To  the  crofs,  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love; 
Freedom  let  me  never  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  move ; 
That  I  never,  never  more 

May  with  my  much  lov'd  Mafter  part? 
To  the  polls  of  mercy 's  door^ 

O  nail  my  willing  heart* 


PETITION.  59 

-  See  my  utter  helplcfinefs, 

And  leave  me  not  alone, 
O  prelerve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  feal  me  for  thine  own ! 
More  and  more  thy felf  reveal, 

Thy  prefenee  let  me  always  find  t 
Comfort,  and  confirm,  and  heal, 

My  feeble,  fin-fick  mind. 
6  As  the- apple  of  an  eye 

Thy  wcakeft  ferv ant  keep  ; 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to -lie,  , 

And  there  for  ever  weep  : 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erflow, 

That  I  have  an  hope  of  heav'n  ; 
IVluch  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  forgiv'n. 

HYMN     LV.     Birmingham. 

i   r  |  ^  HEE  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tow'r, 
JL      Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crowa> 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  powV, 
In  ail  my  works,  and  thee  alone. 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  foul  with  ehafte  defire. 

2  Ah  !  why  did  I  fo  late  thee  know, 

Thee  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  men  ? 
Ah  !  why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain  ? 
Alham'd  I  figh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 

3  In  darknefs  willingly  I  iiray'd; 

I  fought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  iw'd; 
F 


Co  PETITION. 

Far  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  fpreac 

Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  I  lov'd  ; 
And  now  if  more  at  length  I  fee, 
'Tis  thro'  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 

4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhin'd 
I  thank  thee,  who  haft  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind  : 
I  thank  thee,  whofe  enliv'ning  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

5  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  fufTer  me  again  to  ft  ray ; 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  fteady  pace, 

Still  to  prefs  forward  in  the  way  ; 
My  foul  and  flefti,  O  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  fatiate  with  thy  heav'nly  light ! 

HYMN    LVI.    C.  M. 

i    YNFINITE,  unexhauftedlove! 
A     Jefus  and  love  are  one  : 
If  (till  to  me  thy  bowels  move  : 
They  are  reftrain'd  to  none. 

2  What  ihall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ? 

My  loving  God  to  praife  ? 
The  length  and  breadth,  and  height  to  prov< 
And  depth  of  fov'reign  grace  ? 

3  Thy  fov'reign  grace  to  all  extends, 

Immeiife  and  upconfin'd ; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  ends, 

It  reaches  all  mankind. 

4  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known; 

Wide  as  infinity  -t 


PETITION.  61 

So  wide,  it  never  pafs'rl  by  one, 
Or  it  had  pafs'd  by  me. 

5  My  trefpais  was  grown  up  to  heav'n  ; 

But  far  above  the  fides, 
In  Chriil  abundantly  forgiv'n, 
I  fee  thy  mercies  rife  ! 

6  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love, 

What  angel-tongue  can  t;Ii  ? 
O  may  I  to  the  utmoft  prove  . 
The  gift  unfpeakable ! 

7  Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 

PorTeftion  of  thine  own  ! 
My  longing  heart  vouchfafe  to  make 
Thine  everlaftin?  throne! 

o 

8  Aflert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right, 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
And  fink  me  to  perfection's  height, 
The  depth  of  humble  love. 

HYMN    LVII.    Zion. 

i      ALL  glory  to  God  in  the  fky, 
ii  And  peace  upon  earth  be  reilor'd; 
O  Jefus,  exalted  on  high, 

Appear  cur  omnipotent  Lord  ! 
Who  meanly  in  BetlnVhem  born, 

Didft  ftoop  to  redeem  a  loft  race, 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 

And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace, 

2  When  thou  in  our  flefh  didft  appear, 
All  nature  acknowlcdg'd  thy  birth; 
Arofe  the  acceptable  year, 

And  heaven  was  open'd  on  earth  % 


62  PETITION. 

Receiving  its  Lord  from  above, 
The  world  was  united  to  blcfs 

The  Giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  Peace. 

3  O  wouldft  thou  again  be  made  known, 

Again  in  the  Spirit  defcend, 
And  fet  up  in  each  of  thine  own, 

A  kingdom  that  never  mall  end. 
Thou  only  art  able  to  blefs, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  fway, 

4  Come  then  to  thy  fervants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know, 
Thv  quiet  and  peaceable  reign, 

In  mercy  eftablilh  below ; 
All  forrow  before  thee  fhall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
And  envy  and  malice  fhall  die. 

Arid  difcord  af&icl:  us  no  more. 

5  No  horrid  alarum  of  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe ; 
No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 

Where  Jefus's  Spirit  o'erfiows  : 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

We  all  fhall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  a  paffion  like  thine. 

HYMN    LVJII.    C.  M. 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoil, 
One  God  in  per  fans  three, 
Bring  back  the  heav'nly  blefling  loft 
By  all  mankind  and  me. 


PETITION.  63 

Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too. 

To  me,  to  all  reftore  ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew., 

And  keep  me  evermore. 
Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs, 

Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
And  caufe  the  glories  of  thy  face, 

Upop  my  heart  to  fhine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light  O  may  I  fee. 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
•    Reviv'd,  and  eheer'd,  and  bleft  by  thee9 
The  God  of  pard'ning  love ! 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd ! 

6  That  all-comprifmg  peace  beftow 

On  me  through  grace  forgiv'n  ; 
The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heav'n  ! 

HYMN    LIX,     Amjlerdam* 

1  f\  ALMIGHTY  God  of  love  i 
V_^/   Thy  holy  arm  difplay, 
Send  me  fuccour  from  above 

In  this  my  evil  day  ; 
Arm  my  weaknefs  with  thy  povv'r, 

Woman's  feed  appear  within  ! 
Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow'r, 

Againft  the  face  of  fin. 

2  Rock  of  my  falvation,  haftc, 

Extend  thy  ample  made, 
F3 


64  PETITION. 

Let  it  over  me  be  cafl, 

And  fcreen  my  naked  head  ; 

Save  me  from  the  trying  hour ; 
Thou  my  fure  protection  be  : 

Shelter  me  from  Satan's  power, 
Till  I  am  fix'd  on  thee. 

3  Set  upon  thyfelf  my  feet, 

And  make  me  furely  (land  ; 
From  temptations's  rage  and  heat 
Cover  me  with  thine  hand  : 
Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd ; 

Never  from  my  fence  remove  : 
,    In  thine  arms  of  love  embrac'd, 
Of  everlafting  love. 

H  Y  M  N   LX.    L.  M. 

i    /^OME,  Saviour  Jefu,  from  above  ! 
\^/  Affift  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  fcr  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  facred  prefence  fill, 

And  fet  my  longing  fpirit  free  ! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feaft  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  purfue  ; 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  mow, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  fnares,  adieu. 

4  That  oath  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  fee1-:, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  lhine  3 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  fpealc 
Of  any  other  love  bat  thine. 


PETITION.  65- 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  confec rated  foul : 
Pcffefs  it  thou,  who  haft  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Mailer  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  ray  breaft; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 

.,    HYMN   LXI.    Palmi's. 

1  T  E  "HE  praying  fpirit  breathe, 

X     The  watching  pow'r  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  oft  my  peaceful  heart ; 
My  feeble  mind  fuftain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppreft  ; 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  reft. 

2  Swift  to  my  refcue  come, 

Thy  own  this  moment  feize  : 
Gather  my  wand'ring  fpirit  home, 

And  keep  in  rerfeCt  peace  : 
Suffered  no  more  vo  rove 

C'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arreft  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  ihut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN   LXII.   Brook's. 

1    C^EPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve* 
O   In  this  our  evil  day; 
To  ail  thy  tempted  foil  wers  give 
The  pow'r  Co  watch  and  pray. 


66  PETITION. 

2  Long  as  our  fi'ry  trials  Jaft, 

Long  as  the  crofs  we  bear, 
O  let  our  fouls  on  thee  be  caft 
In  never-ceafing  pray'r ! 

3  The  fpirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wireftle  till  we  fee  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  ihyfelf  beftow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go, 

j  I  will  not  let  thee  go,  unlefs 
Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me, 
With  all  thy  great  falvation  blefs, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 

6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top 
Behold  thy  open  face, 
Where  faith  in  fight  is  fwallow'd  up, 
And  pray'r  in  endlefs  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    LXIII.     Q%. 

I         TESU,  my  ftrength,  my  hope, 
I    On  thee  I  call  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  pray'r ; 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
Cn  thee  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3       I  want  a  fober  mind, 

A  fclf- renouncing  will, 


PETITION.  67 

That  tramples  down,  and  cafts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleafing  ill  : 
A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardfhip,  grief,  and  lofs ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuftain, 

The  confecrated  crofs. 

I  want  a  godly  fear, 
A  quick  decerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  nears 
And  fees  the  tempter  fly ; 
A  fpirit  ftill  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  (landing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r. 

I  want  a  heart    3  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe. 
Never  to  murium    t    "  y  Aay, 
Or  wilh  my  fui .  lefs. 

This  Blelfing  above  all — 
_       ays  to  pray  I  want, 
Oct  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  callj 
And  never,  never  faint. 

I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  fingle  fteady  aim, 
Unmov'd  by  threat  'ning  or  reward* 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name  : 
A  jealous,  jail  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praife; 
A  pure  deli  re  that  all  may  learn, 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

I  reft:  upon  thy  word ; 
The  promife  is  for  me  ; 


68  PETITION. 

My  fuccour  and  falvation,  Lord, 

Shall  furely  conae  from  thee. 
But  let  me  ftill  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  fpirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN    LXIV.     Wood's. 

1  T  JLLP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
X~X   And  ftill  my  tempted  foul  (land  by 

Throughout  the  evil  day; 
The  facced  watchfulnefs  impart, 
And  keep  the  nTues  of  my  heart, 

And  far  me  up  to  pray. 

2  My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  fin  alarm, 

And  mew  the  danger  near  ; 
Surround,  fuftain,  and  ftrengthen  me, 
And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy, 

And  fanclifying  fear. 

3  Whene'er  my  carelefs  hands  hang  downa 
O  let  me  fee  thy  gathering  frown, 

An  d  feel  thy  warning  eye  ; 
And  itarting  cry,  from  ruiu's  brink, 
Save,  Jefus,  or  I  yield,  I  fink  ! 

0  fave  me,  or  I  die! 

4  If  near  the  pit  I  raihly  ftray, 
Before  I  whpllv  fall  away, 

1  he  keen  conviction  dart  j 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 

Thai  kind,  upbraiding  glance  which  broki 
Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 


PETITION.  69 

5  In  me  thine  utmoft  mercy  mow, 
And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below, 

Unblamable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holinefs  t'  appear 

Eefore  thy  glorious  face. 

HYMN     LXV.    L.  M. 

r        TESU,  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
J    On  whom  I  caft  my  every  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  pray'r. 

2  If  I  have  tailed  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  fure  falvation  brings ; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  Hays, 

And  hov'ring  hides  me  in  his  wings ; 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weaknefs  flay, 

Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart; 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep,  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  I  frray, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  I  hear, 
"  Return,  and  walk  in  Chrift  thy  way, 
"  Fly  back  to  Chrifc  for  fin  is  near." 

5  His  facred  unction  from  above 

Be  ftill  my  comforter  and  guide; 
Till  all  the  ftony  he  remote, 
And  in  my  loving  heat  reude. 

6  Jefus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  patli  retreat; 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  fet  upon  the  rock  my  kct. 


To  T  E  T I  T  I O  N. 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  ^and! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  tall ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  Hand. 

HYMN    LXVI.    S.  M. 

i  \      CHARGE  to  keep  I  have ; 

jt\  A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A*  never-dying  foul  to  fave. 

And  fit  it  for  the  fcy  : 
To  ferve  the  prefer.t  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  mailer's  will ! 

2       Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  fight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  fervant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  ftrift  account  to  give  : 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyfelf  rely  ; 
"    AlTur'd,  if  I  my  truft  betray, 
I  lhali  for  ever  die. 

II  Y  M  N    LXV1L    Sfiowfetf'si 

i    Ty  E  it  my  only  wifdom  here, 

JD   To  ferve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude ; 
Superior  fenfe  may  I  difplay, 
By  fhonning  ev'ry  evil  way, 
,And  walking  in  the  good. 


PETITION.  7* 

0  may  I  ftill  from  fin  depart ; 
A  wife  and  underftanoing  heart, 

Jefus,  to  me  be  giv'n ! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  knowi 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heav'n. 

HYMN     LXVIII.     Lamf*. 

GOD  of  almighty  love, 
By  whofe  fufticient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  humbly  feek  thy  face ; 

Thro'  Jefus  Chrift  the  juil, 

My  faint  defire  receive,, 

And  let  me  in  thy  goodnefs  truft, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Whate'er  I  fay  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
My  off' rings  all  be  ofTer'd  through 
The  ever-bleffed  name. 
Jefu,  my  fingle  eye 
Be  fixt  on  thee  alone ; 
Thy  name  be  prais'd  on  earth,  on  high  t 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

Spirit  of  faith,  infpire 
My  confecrated  heart ; 
Fill  me  with  pure  celeftial  fire, 
With  all  thou  haft  and  art : 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 
And  perfectly  renew 'd> 
Into  a  faint  exalt  a  worm  ; 
A  worm  exalt  to  Gcd ! 
G 


2  PETITION. 

HYMN    LXIX.    Lam/s. 

THE  thing  my  God  doth  hate, 
That  I  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  foul  renew  : 
My  ioui  frail  then  like  thine, 
i  .blior  the  thing  unclean, 
And  fanclify'd  by  love  divine, 
For  ever  ceafe  from  fin. 

That  blcffed  law  of  thine, 
Jefu,  to  me  impart; 
Thy  Spirit's  Jaw  of  life  divine, 
O  write  it  in  my  heart ! 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

Whence  if  may  ne'er  remove, 
The  law  cf  lib:  rty  from  fin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

Thy  naUre  be  my  law, 
Tlv   fpotlefs  fanttity, 

And  fweetly  i  v'ry  moment  draw 
.Ty  happy  foul  to  thee ; 
Soul  cf  i    i   f .  •  '  remain, 
VVKo^ft  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me,  O  Lord^fulnl  aguin 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  will. 


o 


HYMN    LXX.    C.  M. 

FOR  a  heart  to  praife  my  God, 
A  heart  from  fin  fet  free ! 


A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  fpilt  for  me.' 


PETITION.  73 

2  A  heart  rcfign'd,  fubmiflive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  : 
Where  only  Chriit  is  heard  to  fpeak> 
Where  Jefus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  fall  of  love  divine  ) 
Perfect,  and  -right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  ftill  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe  : 
Jefu,  for  thee  diflrefs'd  1  am, 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  My  heart,  thou  know 'ft,  can  mver  jeft. 

Till  thou  create  my  peace ;        ^ 
Till  of  my  Eden  repoifefs'd, 
From  ev'ry  (in  I  ceafe.. 

7  Fruit  of  thy  gracious  lips;  on  me 

Bellow  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  ;;ee 

Of  life,  and  the  white  ftone. 

8  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quicjkly  from  above  : 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  ray  heart;, 
Thy  new,  bell:  name  of  love. 


74  PETITION. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXI.     iizthVJalm. 

i   npHOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height* 
A    Whofe  depth  unfathom'd  no  man  knows, 
I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

I  only  figh  for  thy  repofe  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  reft,  till  it  finds  reft  in  thee. 

2  Thy  fecret  voice  invites  me  (till 

The  fweetnefs-  of  thy  yoke  to  prove: 
And  fain  I  would,  but  though  my  will 

Seems  fixt,  yet  wide  my  paffions  rove: 
Yet  hindrances  drew  all  the  way  : 
I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ft  ray. 

3  'Tis  mercy  all,  that  thou  haft  brought 

My  mind  to  feek  her  peace  in  thee ! 
Yet  while  I  feek,  and  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand'ring  foul  fhall  fee  ; 
O  when  (hail  all  my  wand'rings  end, 
And  all  my  fteps  to  thee-ward  tend  ! 

4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 

Thaf  drives  with  thee  my  heart  to  fhare  I 
Ah  !  tear  it  (hence,  and  reign  alone, 
The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there! 
Then  fhall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
f    When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 

5  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  wairs  thy  call; 
Speak  to  my  inmoil  foul,  and  fay, 

«  1  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All  V' 
To  feel  th)  pow'r,  to  hear  tfcy  voice, 
To  tafte  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


PETITION.  75 

HYMN     LXXIL     Cardiff. 

i   \7&  happy  finners,  hear, 
A     The  prisoners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait  till  Chrifl  appear 
According  to  his  word  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fh.all  from  all  our  iins  be  free. 

2  The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs 

We  have  long  iince  received; 
Salvation  nearer  is 

Than  when  we  firft  belie v'd  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  syitb  nae9 
We  ihail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

3  In  God  we  put  our  truit  -y 

If  we  our  fins  confeis, 
Faithful  he  is,  andjuil, 

From  all  unrighteoufnefs 
To  cleanfe  us  all,  both  you  and  me, 
We  mall  from  all  our  fins  be  free.. 

4  Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  mail  appear  ; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up 

And  fee  redemption  near  ; 
Again  I  fay,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  fres. 

5  Who  Jefu's  fuff'rings  mare, 

My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 
Ye  foon  the  wreath  mall  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

Or       5 


76  PETITIONS 

6  The  word  of  God  is  Aire, 

And  never  can  remove, 
We  mall  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  mej. 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

7  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  facrifice  of  praife, 
Let  us  give  thanks,  and  fing, 

And  glory  in  his  grace : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

HYMN    LXXIII.    C.  M. 

2    Y?OR  ever  here  my  reft  (hall  be, 
A.     Clofe  to  thy  bleeding  fide ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanfe  and  keep  me  clean, 

3  Wafh  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own 

Warn  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 
Wafh  me,  'but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

$  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blcod  apply, 
Till  faith  to  fight  improve; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  foul  bs  love, 


PETITION.  77 

HYMN    LXXIV.    C.  M. 

1  TESU,  my  life,  thyfelf  apply, 
J      Thy  holy  Spirit  breathe  : 
My  vile  affe&ions  crucify, 

Conform  me  to  thy  death. 

2  Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  fin^ 

Still  with  thy  rebel  ftrive ; 

Enter  my  foul  and  work  within, 

And  kill,  and  make  alive  ! 

3  More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies, 
Bury  me,  Saviour  in  thy  grave, 
That  I  with  thee  may  rife. 

4  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  controul, 

Who  would  not  own  thy  fway  ? 
DiiTufe  thine  image  through  my  foul. 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 

5  Scatter  theiaft  remains  of  fin, 

And  feal  me  thine  abode ; 
O  make  me  glorious  ail  within, 
A  temple  built  by  God. 

HYMN     LXXV.     Savannah* 

2    TTOLY  Lamb,  who  thee  receive 
JlX  Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be ! 

2  Jefu,  fee  my  panting  bread  : 
See,  I  pant  in  thee  to  reft! 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  : 
Cleanfe  me  now  from  ey'ty  fin* 


78  PETITION. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  wav 'ring  mind; 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind ; 
Earthly  paffions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  foul  in  love. 

4  Duft  and  afhes  though  we  be, 
Full  of  guilt  and  mifery, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th'  atonement  now  receives : 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  Li  thy  parci'ning  grace. 

6  See,  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
Rifmg  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day ! 

7  Jefus,  when  this  light  we  fee, 
All  our  foul's  athirit  for  thee  ; 
T\'hen  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  we  prove? 
All  cur  heart  diffolves  in  love. 

8  Boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine, 
Love  unfpcakable  are  thine  ! 
Fraife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hofts  of  heav'n. 

HYMN     LXXVI.     Irene. 

I         TE3U,  thou  art  our  King, 
J    To  me  thy  fuccour  bring; 

Chriit,  the  mighty  one  art  thou, 
HHp  for  all  on  thee  is  laid; 

This  is  the  word,  I  claim  it  now, 
Send  rne  now  the  promis'd  aid. 


PETITION. 

%       High  on  thy  Father's  throne, 

O  look  with  pity  down  ; 

Help,  O  help !  attend  my  call, 

Captive  lead  captivity  : 
King  of  glory,  Lord  of  all, 

Chrift,  the  Lord,  be  King  to  me, 

3       I  pant  to  feel  thy  fway, 

And  only  thee  t'  obey  : 
Thee  my  fpirit  gafps  to  meet ; 

This  my  one,  my  ceafelefs  pray'r. 
Make,  O  make  my  heart  thy  feat  1 

O  fet  up  thy  kingdom  there  ! 

4.      Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 
And  fpread  thy  vi&ory  : 
Kell,  and  death,  and  fin  controul, 

Pride,  and  wrath,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 
All  fubdue  :  through  all  my  foul 
Conq'ring  and  to  conquer  go. 

HYMN    LXXVII.    C.  M. 

r    T    ORD,  I  believe  thy  ev'ry  word, 
J^-J  Thy  ev'ry  promife  true  : 
And  lo  !  I  wait  on  thee,   my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  ftrength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flelh  I  may 
Awhile  (hew  forth  thy  praife, 

Jefu,  fupport  the  tott'ring  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  fuch  a  worm  as  I  can  fpread 


i 


The  common  Saviour's  name,. 


8o  PETITION. 

Lrt  him  who  rais'd  thee  from  the  dead, 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4.  Still  let  me  live  thy  blood  to  fhew, 
Which  purges  ev'ry  (lain  ; 
And  gladly  linger  out  below, 
A  few  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me,  till  I  my  flrength  of  foul, 

Till  I  thy  love  retrieve ; 
Till  faith  ihail  make  my  fpirit  whole, 
And  perfect  foundne-fs  give. 

6  For  this  in  ftedfait  hope  I  wait, 

Now,  Lord,  my  foul  reitore  ; 
Now  the  new  heav'ns  and  earth  create, 
And  I  fn all  fin  no  more. 

HYMN     LXXVIII.     Wcjiminjler. 

i    T    OVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
_!_ J  Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jefu,  thou  art  all  companion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
Viiit  us  with  thy  falvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  fpirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  bread  ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  fecond  reft. 
Take  away  our  bent  of  finning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning, 

Set  cur  hearts  at  liberty. 


PETITION.  Si 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  bleiling, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hofts  above, 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  without  ceafing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

f.  Finifn  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  fee  thy  great  falvation, 

Perfectly  reitor'd  in  thee  : 
Chang'd  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 

STill  we  cad  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Loft  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ! 

HYMN    LXXIX:    L.  M. 

I  /~\   THAT  my  load  of  fin  were  gone! 
vJ'  O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit 

kAt  Jefu's  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  foul  at  jefu's  feet ! 

i  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart, 

j  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  fin, 
And  fully  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
I  cannot  reft  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  loft  in  thee. 


Ez  PETITION,, 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God; 
Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  prove, 
The  crofs  all  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

$  I  would  ;  but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r  5 
My  heart  from  ev'ry  fin  releafe; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  finner  cheer! 
Nor  let  thy  chariot- wheels  delay ! 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away ! 


H  Y  M  N     LXXX.     Wefiminftcn 

1  T    IGHTof  life,  fcraphic  fire, 
X.J  Love  divine,  thyfelf  impart ! 

Ev'ry  fainting  foul  infpire ; 

Shine  in  ev'ry  drooping  heart ! 
Ev'ry  mournful  finner  cheer; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ! 
Son  of  God,  appear,  appear! 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour; 

Bring  thy  heav'nly  kingdom  in  ! 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  pow'r, 

Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require ; 

We  will  covet  nothing  lefs  : 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire, 

Ail  our  joy,  and  all  oar  pcac*  * 


G 


PETITION.  §j 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXI.     Founder^ 
OD  of  all-redeeming  grace, 


By  thy  pard'ning  love  compell'd) 
Up  to  thee  our  fouls  we  raife, 

Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield  : 
Thou  our  facrifice  receive, 

Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 

While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 
2  Meet  it  is,  and  juft  and  right, 

That  we  mould  be  wholly  thine  3 
In  thy  only  will  unite, 

In  thy  bleffed  fervice  join  : 
O  that  ev'ry  work  and  word 

Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art  z 
Holinefs  unto  the  Lord 

Still  be  wrote  upon  our  heart ! 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXII.    C.  M. 

1  1  *    ET  him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
JLj  His  fov'reign  right  aflert; 

And  take  up  ev'ry  thankful  fong, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart. 

2  He  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price ! 
The  Chiiftian  lives  to  Chrift  alone* 
To  Chrift  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jefus  f  thine  own  at  Lilt  receive. 

Fulfil  our  hearts'  crefire  ; 
And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live* 
And  in  thy  csafe  expire, 
H 


S+  PETITION. 

4  Our  fouls  and  bodies  we  refign ; 
With  joy  we  render  thee 
Our  All,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine> 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    LXXXIII.     nzthPfaim 

i    O  EHOLD  the  fervant  of  the  Lord ! 
JLJ  I  wait  thy  guiding  eye  to  feel, 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  ev'ry  word, 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect  will ; 
Joyful  from  my  own  works  to  ceafe, 
Glad  to  fulfil  all  righteoufhefs. 

2  Me  if  thy  grace  vouchfafe  to  ufe, 

Meaneft  of  all  thy  creatures,  me, 
The  deed,  the  time,  the  manner  chufe, 

Let  all  my  fruit  be  found  of  thee : 
Let  all  my  -works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
By  thee  to  full  perfection  brought. 

3  My  ev'ry  weak,  though  good  defgn, 

O'er-ruie,  or  change,  as  feems  thee  meet : 
Jefu,  let  all  my  work  be  thine  ! 

Thy  work,  O  Lord,  is  all  complete, 
And  plealing  in  thy  Father's  fight : 
Thou  only  haft  done  all  things  right. 

4  Here  then  to  thee  thy  own  I  leave, 

Mould  as  thou  wilt  thy  paiTive  clay : 
But  let  me  all  thy  ftamp  receive, 

But  let  me  all  thy  words  obey ; 
Serve  with  a  fingle  heart  and  eye, 
And  to  thy  glory  live  and  die.     • 


•I 


PETITION.  8« 

HYMN     LXXXIV.     Dedication, 

RATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celeftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done ; 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

2  If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 
AH  my  actions  fanc"tify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive  j 
Claim  me  for  thy  f&rvice,  claim 
All  I  have  and  all  I  am. 


rs; 
will 


3  Take  my  foul  and  body's  pow'rs 

Take  my  mem'ry,  mind,  and 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel ; 
All  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do  : 
Take  my  heart ;  but  make  it  new  ! 

4  Now,  O  God,  thy  own  I  am! 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thy  own  ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame* 

Confecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  lire,  thrice  happy  I ; 
Happier  Hill  if  thine  I  die  ! 

5  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celeftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done ; 
Praife  by  ail  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'ru 


86  P  E  T  I  T  I O  N. 

HYMN    LXXXV,    S.  M. 

1  YESU,  my  truth,  my  way, 
J    My  lure  unerring  Tight, 

On  thee  my  feeble  fteps  I  iiay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 

2  My  wifdom  and  my  guide, 

My  counfelior  thou  art : 
O  let  me  never  leave  thy  fide, 

Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 
5       I  lift  my  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  no  v  enlighten'd  be, 

And  never  put  to  fhame. 

4  Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufe, 
Eut  reft  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  crofs. 

5  Teach  me  the  happy  art, 

In  ail  things  to  depend 
On  thee  :  O  never,  Lord,  depart, 
Eut  love  me  to  the  end. 

6  Still  ftir  me  up  to  drive 

With  thee  in  flrength  divine  ; 
And  ev'ry  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  foul  of  mine. 

7  Perfiit  to  lave  my  foul 

Throughout  the  fi'ry  hour, 
Till  I  am  ev'ry  whit  made  whole, 
And  (how  forth  all  thy  pow'r. 

8  Through  fire  and  water  bring 

Into  the  wealthy  place  ; 


PETITION.  8| 

And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  fmgSjo 

When  perfected  in  grace  ! 
9      O  make  me  all  like  thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove  : 
Settle,  confirm,  and  ftablifh  me. 

And  build  me  up  in  love. 
f  0     Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 

When  fin  is  all  deftroy'd  : 
And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 

And  take  me  home  to  God.       I 

H  Y  M  N     LXXXVI.     BrenifirtL 

x        T    O  in  thy  hand  I  lay, 

JL—4  And  wait  thy  will  to  prove, 
My  potter,  ftamp  on  me  thy  clay 
Thy  only  {tamp  of  love  ! 
Be  this  my  whole  deli  re? 
I  know  that  it  is  thine  • 
•    Then  kindle  in  my  foul  a  fire, 

Which  (hall  for  ever  ihine. 
3E      Thy  gracious  readinefs 

To  fave  mankind  affert ; 
Thy  linage,  love,  thy  name  impref^ 
Thy  nature  on  my  heart! 
Bowels  of  mercy,  hear, 

Into  ray  fbul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout'  my  life  appear, 

•That  I  have  Chriit  put  on. 
O  plant  in  me  thy  mind ! 
O  fix  hi  me  thy  home  ! 
So  (hall  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 
Come*  to  the  waters  come  ! 
H  * 


&$  PETITION. 

Jefus  is  full  of  grace  : 
To  all  his  bowels  move  : 
Behold  in  me,  ye  fallen  race, 
That  God  is  only  love ! 

HYMN     LXXXVII.    L.  M. 

i   /^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
V.T  Be  thou  my  hope,  ray  joy,  my  reft! 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juil  and  wife, 

Thou  art  ray  Father,  and  my  God! 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirity  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 

No  lading  pleafure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  'twould  a  tircfome  burthen  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  HI  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  1  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  ipend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN    LXXXVIII.    L.  M. 

Thou,  to  whefe  all-fearching  light 
The  darknefs  fhineth  as  the  light, 

Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee; 

O  bunt  thefe  bends,  and  fet  it  free .' 


P  ET I  T I O  N.  $g 

2  Wain  out  its  ftains,  refine -its  clrofs, 
Kail  my  affections  to  the  crofs  ! 
Hallow  each  thought;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darkfome  wild  I  ftray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  riling  floods  my  foul  o'eriiow, 
When  finks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jefus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raife  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  ileps  I.  fee, 
Dauntiefs,  untir'd  I  follow  thee  ; 
O  let  thy  hand  fuppcrt  me  (till, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill  1 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  ftrength  propcrticn  to  my  day  ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  mall  ceafc, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXIX.     L.  M. 


:mg: 


i    YE3US,  thou  everlafting  ki~c 

J    Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
Accept  thy  well-deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

z  Let  every  acl  of  wcrmip  be 
Like  cur  efpoufals,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Like  the  bleft  hour,  when  from  abc 
We  nril  receive!  the  pledge  of  love. 


90  PETITION. 

3  The  gladnefs  of  that  hippy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  fray  ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold!- 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'4  to  fing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  flipper  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN     XC.      Fajfira. 


C 


OME,  Lord,  from  above, 
he  mountains  remove, 
O'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  ccurfeof  thy  lover. 
Mv  bofom  infpire, 
Inkindle  the  fire, 
And  wrap  my  whole  foul  in  the  flames  of  defire. 

2  I  languifli  and  pine 
For  the  comfort  divine., 

O  when  ftiall  I  fay,  "  my  beloved  is  mine, 
<(  I  have  chofe  the  good  part, 
«  My  portion  thoa  art,  [heart.'* 

"  O  love,  I  have  found  thee,  O  God,  in  my 

3  For  this  my  heart  fighs, 

Nothing  elfe  can  fumee  ;  [price  ? 

How,  Lord,  can  I  purchafe  the  pearl  oA  great. 

It  cannot  be  bought, 

And  thou  know 'ft  I  have  nought, 
^rOt  an  acdion,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  fay, 
Without  money  vo.i  may 

deceive  it,  whoever  hath  ig'tp  pay: 


PETITION, 


9* 


Who  en  Jefus  relies, 

Without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgivenefs  and  nolinefs  buys. 
5       The  blefling  is  free, 

So,  Lord,  let  it  be  : 
I  yield  that  thy  love  mould  be  given  to  me. 

I  freely  receive 

What  thou  freely  doit,  give, 
And  confent  in  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live. 
6       The  gift  I  embrace, 

The  giver  I  praife, 
And  afcribe  my  falvation  to  Jefus's  grace ; 

It  came  from  above, 

The  fo  retail  e  I  prove, 
And  I  foon  mail  receive  all  thy  fulnefs  of  love. 

HYMN    XCI.     S.  M. 

ND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 
I  fink  by  dying  love  compell'd, 

And  own  thee  conqueror ! 

Though  late  I  all  forfake, 

My  friends,  my  all  refign ; 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 

And  feal  me  ever  thine  ! 

Come,  and  poffefs  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  foul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


J\ 


92  PETITION. 

3       My  one  defire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know  ; 
To  feek  and  tafte  no  other  blifs, 

No  other  good  below. 

My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-funicient  ar;, 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treafure,  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart  1 

HYMN     XCII.    Shepherd  of  Ifraeh 

I    r  |  "'HOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 

JL      '^he  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
Forclofer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  refide  where  thou  art  : 
The  paiture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  ihepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 

And  fcreen'd  from  the  heat  of  the  day, 

2  Ah  !  fhew  me  that  happieft  place, 

That  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  faints  in  an  ecftacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  cruelty  a  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  fmner  declare, 

Thy  paflion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  flock, 

There  only  I  covat  to  reft  ; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Or  rife  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft : 


PETITION.  cJ? 

?Tis  there  I  would  always  abide/ 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 
Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

HYMN     XCIII.     Olney* 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry  : 
And  mew  thyfelf  the  fmner's  friend^ 
And  fe  t  me  up  on  high. 
From  hell's  oppreiTive  pow'r 
My  ftruggiing  foul  reieafe  ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  reftore  ;- 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

Thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
I  make  my  only  plea ; 
My  prefent  and  eternal  peace 
Are  both  deriv'd  from  thee. 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,-  their  fountain,  flow  ; 
And  all  who  know  tha.*  love  of  thine, 
The  joy  of  angels  know. 

Come  then,  impute,  impart 
To  me  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  let  me  fafte  how  good  thou  art, 
How  full  of  truth  arid  grace  : 
That  thou  canft  here  forgive, 
Grant  me  to  tefHfy, 
And  juftirkd  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die,- 


94  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCIV.    C.  M. 

1  "TOEING  of  beings,  God  of  love, 
J[3  To  thee  our  hearts  we  raife ; 
Thy  all-fuftaining  power  we  prove. 

And  gladly  fing  thy  praife. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be> 

Our  facrirke  receive; 
Made,  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  thee. 
To  thee  ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav'n-ward  our  ev'ry  wifh  afpires, 

For  all  thy  mercy's  flore  : 
The  fole  return  thy  love  requires, 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  v/e  afk  :   we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will : 
Turn  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again  ; 
With  all  thy  fulnefsfill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Saviour's  love 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad ! 
So  fhall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Chrift  in  God. 

HYMN    XCV.     C.  M. 

j    /^\  SUN  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife 
\Jr   With  healing  in  thy  wing ! 
To  my  dileas'd,  my  fainting  foul, 
L>e  and  falvation  bring. 

2  Thefe  clouds  of  pride  and  fin  difpel 
By  thy  all-piercing  beam  ; 
Lighten  mine  ey«es  with  faith,  my  heart 
With  holy  hope  inflame. 


P  E  T I T I  ON.  9; 

3  My  mind  by  thy  all-quick'ning  power 

From  low  defires  fet  free ; 
Unite  my  fcatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 
My  love  entire  on  thee. 

4  Father,  thy  long-left  fon  receive  : 

Saviour,  thy  purchafe  own; 
Bleft  comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 
Thy  new-made  creature  crown, 

5  Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 

Co-equal  One  in  Three, 
On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'd, 
All  love  be  paid  to  thee. 

HYMN    XCVI.    Pljmcmh. 

1  QON  of  God,  thy  bleffing  grant, 
O   Still  fupply  our  ev'ry  want; 
Tree  of  lire,  thy  influence  fhed, 
With  thy  fap  my  fpirit  feed. 

2  Tendered  branch,  alas !  am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die, 
Weak  as  helplefs  infancy  ; 

O  confirm  my  foul  in  thee. 

3  Unfuftain'd  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call ; 
Weaker  than  a  bruifed  reed, 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend  ; 
Love  me,  fave  me  to  the  end  : 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlafting  praife, 

I 


g6  PETITION. 

HYMN     XCVIT.     Plymouth. 

i    T    ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
JLi  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !  do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 
Shall  we  leek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
In  companion  now  defcend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  ftay  ; 
Lord  we  know  rot  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blefiing  thou  bellow. 

4  Send  fome  meffagc  from  thy  word, 
That  mar  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  falvaticn  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Thofe  that  are  call  down  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  feck,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind  : 
Keal  the  fick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

H  Y  M  N    XCVIIL    WhiufAd'*. 


1  f^OMF. 


IE,  thou  Almighty  King, 
elp  us  thy  name  to  fi 
Help  us  to  praife  ! 


PETITION.  97 


Father  all- glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  Jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd  : 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word* 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  fvvord, 

Our  prayer  attend  : 
Come,  and  thy  people  blefs, 
And  give  thy  word  fuccefs ; 
Spirit  of  holinefs, 

On  us  defcend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  fa c  red  v.itnefs  bear 

Jn  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart. 

Spirit  of  povv'r. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praifes  be, 

Hence — evermore  1 
His  fovereign  Majefty 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore, 


9S  PETITION. 

HYMN    XCIX.    L.  M. 
lim  who  did  falvation  bring, 


i  rxvti 

KJ  Ic 


could  for  ever  think  and  fing ; 
Arife,  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive ; 
Arife,  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 

2  Afk  but  his  grace,  and  lo  !  'tis  given  ; 
Aflc,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Tho'  fin  and  forrow  wound  my  foul, 
Jefu,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  ihamc  our  fins  he  blufh'd  in  blood, 
He  clos'd  his  eyes  to  fhew  us  God  ; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know 
That  none  but  God  fuch  love  can  (how, 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  fhed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Infatiate  to  this  fpring  I  fly  ; 

I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry ; 

Ah  !  who  againft  thy  cliarms  is  proof  ? 

Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ? 

HYMN    C.     Funeral. 

i    T  TOW  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
ill  When  Jefus  no  longer  I  fee  ; 
Sweet  profpedts,  fweet  birds,  and  fvveet  flow'rs 

Have  all  loft  their  fweetnefs  to  me  : 
The  midfummer  fun  mines  but  dim, 

The  fields  ftrive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleafant  as  May. 


PETITION. 

z  His  name  yields  the  richer!  perfume, 

And  fweeter  than  muiic  his  voice  ; 
His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  mould,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wifh  or  to  fear  ; 
No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  furrirheir  would  kit  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleafure  refign'cL, 
No  changes  of  feafon  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  ,* 
While  blefs'd  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  jcfus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  fong ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languifn  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long  ? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  iky, 

Thy  foul-cheering  prefence  reilore ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
HYMN    CI.    &.  iWs. 
i    /"""^OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blemng, 
V_^  Tune  my  heart  to  fing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceafmg, 

Call  for  fong*  of  louder!  praife  : 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  hVd  upon  it, 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  J 
I  3 


99 


joo  PETITION. 

2  Here  I'll  raife  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  (tranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
tie,  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  feal  it ; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN    CII.     L.  M. 

i     TESUS,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow, 
fc|    Great  builder  of  thy  church  below, 
If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  breait, 
Hear  and  fulfil  thine  own  requeft. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  fanclifying  word, 
And  thee  their  utmoii  Saviour  own, 
Unite,  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

5  O  let  them  all  thy  mind  exprefs, 
Stand  forth  thy  chofen  witneiTes ; 
Thy  power  unto  falvation  iliew, 
And  perfect  holinefs  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold 
How  Chriilians  liv'd  ia  days  of  old; 


PETITION.  iqi 

Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproach — and  love. 

5  O  might  my  lot  be  caft  with  thefe, 
The  lead  of  Jefu's  witneffes  ! 

O  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet 
To  warn  his  dear  difciples'  feet ! 

6  This  only  thing  do  I  require  ; 

Thou  know'it  'tis  all  my  heart's  defire 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
The  fervant  of  thy  church  to  live  : 

7  After  my  lowly  V>rd  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  faints  below, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n, 
And  ferve  the  royal  heirs  of  heav'n. 

8  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawings  feel, 
And  afk  according  to  thy  will  ; 
Confirm  the  pr^y'r,  the  feal  impart, 
And  fpeak  the  anfwer  to  my  heart. 

9  Tell  me,  or  thou  fnalt  never  go, 

"  Thy  pray'r  is  heard  ;  it  fhall  be  fo." 
The  word  hath  pafs'd  thy  lips,  and  I 
Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die. 

HYMN    CIII.    Kingswood. 

I    T7  VER  fainting  with  defire, 
Hi  For  thee,  OChrift,  I  call! 
Thee  I  reftlefsly  require, 

I  want  my  God,  my  All. 
Jefu,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 

I  wait  thy  coming  from  above  : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  ia  love, 


to*  PETITION, 

2  Wilt  thou  fuffer  me  to  go 

]  -amenting  all  my  days  ? 
Shall  I  never,  never  know 

Thy  fan.cifying  grace  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford, 

darkriefs  from  ray  foul  remove  ? 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

Ar  .      rieel:  me  in  love. 

3  Lord,  if  I  on  thee  believe. 

The  fecond  gift  impart  ; 
With  th'  indwelling  Spirit  give 

A  new,  a  contrite  heart  : 
If  with  love,  thy  heart  is  ftor'd, 

If  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
J:"jp  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  mc  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  finner  clean  ! 
corruption's  fountain  up, 

Cut  oft  th'  intail  of  fin  : 
Take  me  int:>  thee,  my  Lord, 

And  ITnall  then  no  longer  rove  : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

5  Thou,  my  life,  my  treafufe  be, 

My  portion  here  below  ! 
Nothing  would  1  feck  but  t! 

Thee  only  would  I  know  ; 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My  heav'n  on  earth,  my  heav'n  above 

Ip  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 
1  perfect  me  in  love. 


PETITION.  103 

6  Grant  me  now  the  blifs  to  feel 

Of  thefe  that  are  in  thee  ; 
Son  of  God,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Engrave  thy  name  on  me  : 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  ador'd, 

And  let  me  now  the  promife  prove  j 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

HYMN    CIV.    C.  M. 

1  Tl  yT  Y  God,  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine9 
JJVJL  And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  loft  in  thine, 

And  all  renew  ;d  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 

And  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  ftedfaftly  by  faith  I  ftand, 
And  all  thy  goodnefs  know. 

3  Jefu,  thine  all-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
Then  fhall  my  feet  no  longer  rove. 
Rooted  and  flx'd  in  God, 

4  O  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn  up  the  drofs  of  bafe  defire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  1 

5  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  fins  confume  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 


i04  PETITION. 

6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 

Illuminate  rny  foul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  fanaify  the  whole. 

7  Sorrow  and  fin  fhall  then  expire, 

>;•  hen  enter'd  into  reft  ; 
I  only  live  my  God  t'  admire, 
My  God  for  ever  bleft. 

8  My  fled  fail,  foul,  from  falling  free,     . 

Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 
But  Cfrrift  be  all  the  world  vo  me, 
And  ail  my  heart  be  love. 

H    Y   M   N    CV.     Skpbsrd  of  IJrael 

1  ~W  3^  AT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 

V  V      What  now  is  rny  hops  and  delire  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  image  afpire  : 
My  hope  is  all  center'd  in  thee ; 

I  trull  to  recover  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  thy  falvation  to  fee, 

And  then  to  enjoy  thee  above, 

2  I  thiril  for  a  life-giving  God, 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd  ; 
A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

Which  guth  d  from  Tmmanael's  fide! 
I  gafp  for  the  ft  ream  of  thy  love, 

The  fpirit  of  rapture  unknown; 
A  nd  then  to  re-drink  it  above, 

rna%  freih  from  the  tWonc, 


PETITION.  105 

H    Y'  M    N    CVI.    Bradford. 

1  TESU,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me    ' 

|    No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare  s 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  conftant  flame ! 

2  O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  foul 

May  dwell  but  thy  pure  love  alone  I 
O  may  thy  love  poffefs  me  whole ! 

My  joy,  my  treafure,  and  my  crown ; 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove; 
My  ev'ry  acl,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  prefence  flies; 
Care,  anguifh,  forrcvv,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arife ; 
O  Jefu,  nothing  may  I  fee, 
Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee ! 

4  Unweary'd  may  I  this  purfue, 

Dauntlefs  to  the  high  prize  afpire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  foul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heav'nly  fire  ; 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 

5  O  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  follow  thee  and  never  reft, 
Till  fweetly  thou  haft  breath'd  thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breaft  1 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 
Till  I  become  one  fpirit  with  thee, 


io6  Petition. 

6  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  ; 

How  wond'rous  things  thy  love  hath  wrought  I 
Still  lead  we  left  I  go  aftray  ; 

Direcl  my  word,  infpire  my  thought : 
And  if  I  fall,  foon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

7  In  fufFring  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weaknefs  be  thy  love  my  pow'r, 
And  when  the  ftorms  of  life  (hall  ceafe, 

Jefu,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  haft  dy'd  ! 

HYMN   CVII.   L.  M. 

I    TjOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord*- 
ll   I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 
And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 

■i  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  : 

Difplay  thy  glory  from  above  ; 
And  all  I  am  (hall  fink  and  die, 
Loft  in  aftoniftiment  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  o'erpow'r  me  by  thy  grace; 

I  would  be  by  myfelf  abhorr'd  ; 
All  might,  all  majefty,  all  praife. 
All  glory  be  to  Chrift  my  Lord  ! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height ; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
As  lefs  than  nothing  in  my  fight, 
And  feel  that  Chrift  15  all  in  all ! 


PETITION,    '  10; 

HYMN   CVIII.    Mtham. 
i   QAVIOURofthefin-fickfoul, 
»3  Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole : 
Finilh  thy  great  work  of  grace  ! 
Cut  it  fhort  in  righteoufnefs. 

2  Speak  the  fecond  time,  (<  Be  clean  V* 
Take  away  my  inbred  fin  ; 

Ev'ry  flumbling-block  remove  ; 
Caft  it  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Nothing  lefs  will  I  require, 
Nothing  more  can  I  defire  : 
None  but  (Thrift  to  me  be  giv'n ; 
None  but  Chrift  in  earth  or  heav'n* 

4  O  that  I  might  now  decreafe  ! 
O  that  all  I  am  might  ceafe ! 
Let  me  into  nothing  fail  ! 
Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all! 

HYMN    CIX.    C.  M. 
j    1 '    ORD,  I  believe  a  reft  remains 
JL_J     To  ail  thy  people  known  ; 
A  reft  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 

2  A  reft  where  all  our  foul's  defire 

Is  fixt  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  fin,  and  grief  expire* 
Caft  out  by  perfecl  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  reft  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  beftowj 
And  let  me  ceafe  from  fin, 
K 


108  PETITION. 

4  Remove  this  hardnefs  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  reft  of  faith  impart, 
The  fabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be,  thine,  thou  know'ft  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  ; 
Thee,  O  my  all-fufficient  good, 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant ! 

This,  only  this  be  giv'n ; 
Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come. away, 

Into  my  foul  defcend  ! 
No  longer  from  thy  creature  flay, 
My  author  and  my  end ! 

8  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

And  feal  me  thine  abode  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  loft, 
Let  all  be  loft  in  God  ! 

HYMN    CX.    C.  M. 

i    y^V  JOYFUL  found  of  gofpel-grace, 
\^S   Chrift  (hall  in  me  appear! 
I,  even  I,  mall  fee  his  face; 
I  fhall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnefs 

To  me  reach'd  out  I  view ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  foon  iha'ii  feize 
And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  top 

I  now  exult  to  fee ; 


PETITION.  109 

My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope!) 
Of  immortality. 

4  He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay  ; 

He  makes  his  future  home  : 
O  would'ft  thou,  Lord,  on  this  glad  day, 
Into  thy  temple  come. 

5  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 

But  this  cannot  fufnce, 
Unlcfs  thou  planteft  in  my  heart 
A  conftant  paradiie. 

$  My  earth  thou  wat'reft  from  on  high, 
But  make  it  all  a  pool : 
Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 
Spring  up  within  my  foul. 

7  Come,  O  my  God,  thyfelf  reveal ! 
Fill  all  this  mighty  void  ; 
Thou  only  oan'rl  my  {pint  nil ; 
Come,  O  my  God,  my  God  ! 

S  Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defaes, 
Large  as  infinity ; 
Give,  give  me  all  my  foul  requires, 
All,  all  that  is  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CXI.     C,  M, 

1  JESUS  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live, 
J}      Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 

In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  fpirit  one. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unfpeakable  ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace* 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 


no  PETITION. 

3  My  foul  breaks  out  in  ftrons:  defire, 

The  perfecl  blifs  to  prove  ; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  difiblv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyfelf,  from  ev'ry  boaft, 

From  ev'ry  fin  fet  free; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee,  be  loft, 

But  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas!  can  not  fuflice, 

Unlefs  thyfelf  be  giv'n  ; 
Thy  prefence  makes  my  paradife, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n  ! 

HYMN     CXII.     Snovjfield's. 

1  '"TPHOU  great  myfterious  God  unknown, 

X     Whofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 

Ev'n  from  my  infant  days  ; 
Mine  inmoft  foul  expofe  to  \  icw, 
And  tell  me  if  I  never  knew 

Thy  juftifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow'd,  with  an  heart  iincere, 

Thy  drawing  from  above » 
Now,  now  the  farther  grace  beftow, 
And  let  my  fprinkled  confcience  know, 

Thy  fweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  ftop, 
A  ill  anger  to  the  gofpel  hope, 

The  fenfe  of  fin  forgiv'n  : 
I  would  not,  Lord,  my  foul  deceive, 
Without  thy  inward  witnefs  live, 

That  antipafl  of  heav'n. 


PETITION.  m 

4  If  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  teitify  of  thee, 

In  Jefus  reconcile  ? 
And  mould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abba  Father,  cry, 

I  know  myfelf  thy  child  ? 

5  Ah  !  never  let  thy  fervant  re11, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Chrift  pofieit, 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed  : 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall, 
Yet  rais'd  by  him  who  dy'"d  for  all, 

To  eat  the  children's  bread. 

6  Whatever  obflrucls  thy  pard'mng  love, 
Or  fin,  or  righteoufhefs,   remove, 

Thy  glory  to  difptay  : 
Mine  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
And  now  abfolve  me  from  my  fins, 

And  take  them  all  away. 

H  Y  M  N    CXIII.    L.  M. 
i    ~\  IT  Y  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou, 
JLVA  To  thee,  lo  !  now  my  foul  I  bow  : 
I  feel  the  blifs  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  ftrength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  fhort  day  ; 
In  all  my  a&s  may  wifdom  guide, 

And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  rule. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clafp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart, 

K  3 


312 


PETITION, 


4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkeft  hour, 
Save  me  from  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r; 
Tear  ev'ry  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour — reign  alone. 

5  My  fufPring  time  mall  foon  be  o'er, 
Then  fhall  I  figh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ranfom'd  foul  fhall  foar  away, 
To  fmg  thy  praife  in  endiefs  day. 

HYMN    CXIV.    C.  M, 

i     TESUS,  the  all-fuftaiuing  Word, 
J    My  fallen  fpirit's  hope, 
After  thy  lovely  likefiefs,  Lord, 
O  when  fhall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ; 
Quicken  my  fool/inftrucl  my  heart, 
My  finking  footfteps  liay. 

5  Gf  all  thou  haft  in  earth  below, 
In  heav'n  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  feif  to  ki- 
ln thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love. 

In  myftic  union  join 
Me  to  thyfelf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  fellowmip  divine. 

5  Open  the  interccurfe  between 

My  longing  fcul  and  thre, 
Never  to  be  broke  olF  ar-am 
Through  all  eternity. 


PETITION.  113 

H  Y  M  N    CXV.     C.  M. 

i    TTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below* 
JLX   How  faife,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafbre  hath  its  poifon  too, 
And  ev'ry  fweet  a  (hare. 

2  The  brighteft  things  below  the  fkf 

Give  but  a  fiatt/riflg  light; 
We  mould  fufpecl  feme  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  pciiefs  deiight. 

3  Our  dearefc  joys,  and  neareft  friend,, 

The  partners  cf  our  blood, 
Row  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  have  but  half  for  God! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  -  creature's  Iove>  - 

How  itrong  it  ii  tikes  tiie  fenfe  : 
Thither  the  warm  afFedions  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  :em  thence. 

j  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  foul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  a*.vay 
From  all  created  good. 

H  Y  M  N    CXVI.     Vafim* 

i  A    LL  ye  that  pafs  by, 

jTjL  To  Tefus  draw  nigh  : 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jefus  fhoald  ck  ? 
Your  ranfom  and  peace, 
Your  furety  he  is, 

Come,  fee  if  there  ever  was  fbrrow  like  his, 


1 14  PETITION. 

2  For  what  you  have  done 
His  blood  muft  atone  ; 

The  Father  hath  punihYd  for  you  his  dear  Son. 

The  Lord,  in  the  day 

Of  his  anger,  did  lay 
Your  fins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

3  He  anfwer'd  for  all, 
O  come  at  his  call, 

And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonimment  fill. 

But  lift  up  your  eyes 

At  Jefus's  cries, 
Impaflive  he  fuffers,  immortal  he  dies. 

4  He  dies  to  atone 

For  fins  not  his  own  ;  [done. 

Your  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  your  work  he  hath 

Ye  all  may  receive 

The  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made  interceffion,    "  My  Father  forgive." 

c       For  you  and  for  me 

He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 
His  prayer  is  accepted,  the  finner  is  free. 

The  finner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jefus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

6       My  pardon  I  claim, 

For  ajinner  I  am, 
A  fmner  believing  in  Jefus's  name. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

Which  now  I  embrace  ; 
O  Father,  thou  know'il  he  hath  <\y  \1  in  my  place. 


PETITION.  irj 

7  His  death  is  my  plea, 

My  advocate  fee,  [me  : 

And  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd  for 
Acquitted  I  was 
When  he  bled  on  the  crofs, 

And  by  lofmg  his  life  he  hath  carried  my  caufe, 

HYMN    CXVII.    L.  M. 

1  T  IT  THEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  mall  it  be, 

V  V     That  I  (hall  rind  my  ail  in  thee  ? 
The  fulnefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 

The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
Jf  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near : 

0  dark !  dark  !  dark  !  I  ft  ill  mud  fay, 
Amidft  the  blaze  of  gofpel-day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee  I  fain  would  find, 
And  call  the  world  and  flefn  behind : 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  giv'n. 
Of  all  thou  hail  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

4  When  fiom  the  arm  of  flefn  fet  free, 
Jefu,  my  foul  ihali  fly  to  thee  : 
Jefu,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 

1  (hall  upon  thy  bofom  fail. 

HYMN    CXVIII.   L.  M. 

i  II  THom  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

V  V     Ready  the  outcaits  to  receive; 
Though  all  my  fimplenefs  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known., 


n6  PETITION. 

2  Ah  !  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt  ? 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wife  call  me  out, 
Anhelplefs  foul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  fin  and  mifery, 

3  Lord,  I  am  fick,  my  ficknefs  cure  : 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor  : 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  itoop  : 

O  lift  the  abject  finner  up  ! 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight ! 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might  I 
A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 

And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 

HYMN    CXIX.    C.  M, 

i    YESUS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
J      Difplay  thy  faving  power ; 
Thy  mercy  let  thefe  outcafts  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

2  Ah!  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  fpace, 

Nor  fuddenly  confume  ; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  O  would'ft  thou  caft  a  pitying  look 

(All  goodnefs  as  thou  art) 
Like  that  which  faithlefs  Peter's  broke, 
On  each  obdurate  heart ! 

4  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 

And  crucify 'd  afrefh, 
Touch  with  thine  all-viftoricus  blood, 
And  turn  the  (tone  to  fleftu 


M  ■ 


PETITION.  117 

5  Open  their  eyes,  and  ears,  to  fee 

Thy  crofs,  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 
For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

6  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  Hands 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  (hews  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

7  Turn,  and  your  fins  of  deepefl  die 

He  will  with  blood  efface  ; 
Even  now  he  waits  the  blood  t'  apply, 
Be  fav'd,  be  fav'd  by  grace. 

8  Be  fav'd  from  hell,  from  fin  and  fear; 

He  fpeaks  you  now  forgiv'n  ; 

Walk  before  God,  be  perfeel  here, 

And  then  come  up  to  heaven. 


HYMN     CXX.     iiitbP/altx. 


•0 


GOD  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  fea, 
Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 
Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might, 
O  Jefu,  lover  of  mankind  ? 
Who  would  not  his  whole  foul  and  m-ind, 
With  all  his  ftrength,  to  thee  unite  ? 

Thou  lhin'il  with  everlafting  rays ; 
Before  the  unfufferable  blaze, 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes  : 
Yet  free  as  air  thy  bounty  ftreams 
On  all  thy  works  ;  thy  mercy's  beams 

Diffufive  as  the  fun's  arife, 


j !  S  PETITION. 

3  Aftonim'd  at  thy  frowning  brow, 

Earth,  bell,  and  heav'n's  ftrong  pillars  bow, 

Terrible  majefty  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vaft  love  exprefs, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  lefs 

Than  nothing  am,  till  thou  art  mine  ! 

4  High  thron'd  on  heaven's  eternal  hill, 
In  number,  weight,  and  meafure  Hill 

Thou  fweetly  order'ft  all  that  is : 
And  yet  thou  deign'it  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  Heps,  that  I  with  thee 

Enthron'd,  may  reign  in  endlefs  blifs. 

HYMN    CXXL    Paffioa. 
i   f\  JESUS,  my  reft, 

K^J     How  unfpeakably  bleft 
Is  the  finner  that  comes  to  be  hid  in  thy  breafl! 
■2  I  come  at  thy  call, 
At  thy  feet  do  I  fall, 
And  believe  andcorifefs  thee,  my  God  and  my  All. 

3  Thou  art  Mary's  good  parr, 
The  thing  needful  thou  art, 

The  defireof  my  eyes,  and  the  joy  of  my  heart. 

4  My  comfort  and  ft  ay, 
My  life  and  my  way, 

My  crown  of  rejoicing  in  that  happy  day. 

5  Health,  pardon  and  peace 
In  thee  I  poffefs  ; 

I  can  has  e  nothing  more,  I  will  have  nothing  lefs. 

I  Hand  in  thy  might, 

I  u  alk  in  thy  light, 
And  all  heav  n  I  claim  in  thy  God-giving  right,, 


PETITION.  11 

HYMN    CXXII.    L.  M. 

For  more  Labourers. 

i    TESU,  thy  wand'ring  iheep  behold! 
I    See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels  Tee 
Foor  foulo,  that  cannct  find  the  fold, 
Tiii  fought  and  gather'd  in  by  thee. 

2  Loft  are  they  now,  and  fcatter'd  wide, 

In  pain,  and  wearmefs,  and  want ; 

With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 

The  £ck,  and  fpiritlefs,  and  faint. 

3  Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  good, 

And  fheep- redeeming  Shepherd  art; 
Celled  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 
And  paitors  after  thine  own  heart. 

4  Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 

And  great  ihall  be  the  preachers'  crowd ; 
Preachers  who  all  the  finful  race, 
Point  to  the  all-atoning  blood. 

5  Open  their  mouth  and  utterance  give, 

Give  them  a  trumpet-voice  to  call 
A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live, 
Through  faith  in  him  who  dy'd  for  alL 

6  In  every  meffenger  reveal 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free ; 
That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell, 

•«  He  dy'd  for  all,  who  dy'd  fot  me," 

7  A  double  portion  from  above 

Of  that  ail-quick'* ring  Spirit  impart; 
Shed  forth  thine  univeiiVt  love 
In  ev'ry  faithful  Faftor's  heart. 


J2Q  PETITION. 

8  Thy  only  glory  let  them  feek, 

O  let  their  hearts  with  love  overflow ; 
Let  them  believe,  and  therefore  {"peak, 
And  fpread  thy  mercy's  praife  below. 

HYMN     CXXIII.    S.  M. 

Nativity-Hymn. 

i        T^ATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 

JL    Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 

Of  thine  incarnate  Son ; 

The  gift  imfpeakable 

We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  Jefus  the  holy  child 
Doth  by  his  birth  declare, 

That  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd, 

And  one  in  him  we  are  : 

Salvation  through  his, name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant-cries  proclaim 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 
Which  never  more  (hall  end  : 

The  Lord  of  hofts,  the  King  of  kings, 
Declares  himfclf  our  friend  : 
A  flumes  our  fleih  and  blood, 
That  we  his  fpirit  may  gain ; 

The  everlafting  Son  of  God, 
The  mortal  Son  of  man. 
4.       His  kingdom  from  above 
He  doth  to  us  impart, 


REJOICING.  129 

2  Thou  waited  to  be  gracious  (till ; 

Thou  doft  with  finncrs  bear, 
That  fav'd,  we  may  thy  goodn»fs  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  ev'ry  foul  abound  ; 
A  vaft,  unfathomable  fea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  aredrown'd, 

4  Its  ftrearns  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plent'ous  is  the  ftore  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore ! 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move ; 
A  thoufand  promifes  declare 
Thy  conftancy  of  love  ! 

6  Throughout  the  univerfe  it  reigns, 

Unalterably  fure ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
His  goodnefs  mufl  endure. 

II   Y  M  N     CXXXIII.     Poyifmonth. 
i       TJ  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ; 
IV     Your  Lord  and  King  adore ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  fing, 
And  triumph  evermore  : 
lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Pvcjoice,-  again  I  fay  rejoice  ! 
z       tefbs  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  ftains 
He  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 


13o  REJOICING. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heay'n; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n: 
Lift  up,  &c. 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right-hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  fubmit ; 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  f:et: 
Lift  up,  Sec. 

$       He  all  his  foes  mall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  fins  deftroy; 
And  ev'ry  bofom  fwell 

With  pure  feraphic  joy : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

6      Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jefus  the  judge  lliall  come; 
And  take  his  fervants  up 
To  their  eternal  home. 
We  foon  (hall  hear  lh'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  lhall  found,  Rejoice! 

HYMN    CXXXIV.    Pafton. 

TELL  me  no  more 
Of  this  world's  vain  ftore, 
The  time  for  fuch  trifles  with  me  now  is  e'er; 
A  country  IVe  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2       The  fouls  that  believe 
In  Paradife  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jefus  receive : 


REJOICING.  151 

My  foul  don't  delay, 
He  calls  thee  away. 
Rife,  fallow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know, 

What  he  can  bellow,  [go  : 

What  light,  ftrength,  and  comfort,  go  after  him 

Lo  onward  I  move 

To  a  country  above,  [prove. 

None  guelTes  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

4  Great  fpoils  I  (hall  win, 
From  death,  he!l,  and  iin, 

'Midft  outward  afniftions  mail  feel  Chrill  within; 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jefus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why, 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  mc  behind : 

So  this  is  the  race, 

I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  face, 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  ihare  [dare  ? 

Thefe  blellings;   to  feek  them  will  none  of  you 

In  bondage,  O  why, 

And  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  allures  you  £vct  grace  isfo  nigh? 

H  Y  M  N    CXXXV.    S.  M. 

1  A    ND  mull  this  body  die, 

l\  This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  mail  thefe  active  iimbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould 'ring  in  the  clay  } 

M 


;z  REJOICING. 

Corruption,  earth,  and  wormr, 
Shall  but  refine  this  ilefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes 
To  put  it  on  aire lh. 

God  ray  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  duft, 
Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 

Array 'd  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  mine, 
Andev'ry  fnape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Be  heav'nly  and  divine, 

Thefe  lively,  hopes  we  owe, 
Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  grace  below, 
And  fmg  thy  grace  above. 

Saviour,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


H 


H  Y  M  N    CXXXVI.    L.  M. 

E  dies,  die  fiiend  of  finners  dies ! 


Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  ikies ! 

A  fudden  trembling  makes  the  ground  ! 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groah'd  beneath  your  load  : 
He  flied  a  thou&ndl  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man! 


REJOICING.  133 

But  lo !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 
Jefus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

The  riving  God  forfakes  the  tomb : 
(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reignfrj 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  noils  of  hell, 

And  led  the  Monfter  death  in  chains  : 
Say,  "  Live  forever,  wond'rcus  King! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  V 
Then  afk  the  Monfter— «  Where's  thy  fling  ? 

"  And  where's  thy  vict'ry  boafting  grave  V 

HYMN    CXXXVII.     C.  M. 

1  "pLUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
JL     We  wretched  fmners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 

Or  fp'ark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  cf  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief: 
He  faw,  and  (O  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  mining  feats  above 

With  joyful  hafte  he  fled  ;       . 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  fiefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
1  he  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 


134-  REJOICING. 

5  Angels,  amir  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     C.  M. 

i    T\/T^  God,  the  fpring  of  all  mv  joys, 
IVA    The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brighter!:  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkeft  fhades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  foul's  bright  morning-ftar, 
And  thou  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heavens  around  me  mine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
If  jefus  (hews  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whifpers  I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word, 
Pvun  up  with  joy  the  fnining  way, 
To  fee  and  praife  my  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  breakthrough  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  hear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN    CXXXIX.    C.  M. 

i    *  '    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodneft  fpeak, 
JL-rf  Thou  Sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


REJOICING. 

When  forrows  bow  the  fpirii  down, 
When  virtue  lies  diftrefs'd 

Beneath  the  proud  opprelTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'il  the  mourner  reft. 

Thou  know'ft  the  pains  thy  fervants  feel ; 

Thou  heart!  thy  children's  cry, 
And  their  bell  uifhes  to  fulfil 

Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

Thy  mercy  never  mall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  flncere  : 
Thou  fav'it  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 

Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

My  lips  (hall  dwell  upon  thy  praife, 
And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad  ; 

Let  all  the  fens  of  Adam  raife 
The  Jionours  of  their  God. 

H  Y  M  N    CXL.    C.  M. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME,  Koly  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove5 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pov\  "is. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  thefe  earthly  toys ; 
Our  fouls  how  heavily  they  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys ! 

In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife ; 
Kofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 

And  wdi  devotion  dies. 
M3 


i36  REJOICING, 

4.  Father,  fhall  we  then  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great. 

5  Come,  Koly  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Come,  filed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 

H  Y  M  N    CXLI.    Lend™. 

1  f  J  ^HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 

JL     With  all  the  blue  etherial  Iky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns  (a  fhining  frame!) 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 
The  unweary'd  fun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  pow'r  difplay  :- 
And  publi fnes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  cv'ning  fhades  prevpil, 
The  raocn  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  liftfning  earth 
Repeats  the  ftory  ol  her  birth  ; 

lie  all  the  fears  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  fpread  the  truth  from  pcic  tc 

3  What  though  in  folemn  filencc  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftria!  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  fqi 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 


REJOICING.  157 

In  rcafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  ringing  as  they  fhin,e, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine.'5 

H  Y  M  N    CXLII.     Chejhnnu 

1  HP'-HE  voice  of  ray  beloved  founds, 

JL     While  o'er  the  mountain-tops  he  bounds^. 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  foul  with  transport  fills; 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  ft  ay, 
"  Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away." 

2  The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fied  at  laft, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  paft, 
The  lovely  vernal  flow'rs  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchant  our  ear; 

Now,  with  fweetly  penhVe  moan, 
Coos  the  turtle-dove  alone. 

H   Y  M   N      CXLIII.     Sali/hury. 

1  T  TAIN,  del u five  world,  adieu, 

V     With  all  of  creature-good, 
Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ! 
All  thy  pleafure  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  .pride  : 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd! 

2  Other  knowledge  I  difdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Ch rift,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  flam, 
H-  talked  death  for  me  I 


j3S  REJOICING. 

Me  to  fave  from  endlefs  woe, 
The  fin-atoning  victim  dy'd ! 

Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify'd! 

3  Here  will  I  fet  up  my  reft, 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breaft, 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  Ihould  a  fmner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  Hand  open  wide; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd ! 

4  Him  to.  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  end ; 
This  is  all  my  happinefs 

On  Jefus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  I 
:;  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
Shew  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height. 

And  depth  of  Jefu's  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  tinners  mow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply 'd  ! 
Only  jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd! 

HYMN    CXLIV.    C.  M. 

i   "T  \  7TTH  joy  we  meditate  the  gi 
V  V     Of  our  High-Prieit  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs 
His  boweb  melt  with  love. 


REJOICING.  139 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  ilefh 

Pour'p  out  ftrong  cries  and  tears  j 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afrefh 
What  cv'iy  member  bears. 

4  He'li  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaner!  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 

His  mercy  and  his  povv'r; 
We  fhall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  diftreiTmg  hour. 

H  Y  M  N   CXLV.    L.  IvL 

1  TESU8,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
J    He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
iiis  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  baniihrnent : 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not  J 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  was  not  vdv'd.  from  fin. 


i4o  REJOICING. 

4  The  more  I  ftrove  againft  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither  foul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come ;  and  thou  bleft  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  thee,  whofe  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  fhall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

H   Y  M  N     CXLVI.     Brockmer's. 

1  TT'ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  mine 
Jl     How  high  thy  wonders  rife ! 
Know  thro'  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  through  the  Ikies. 
Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow 'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  {kill  : 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev 'ry  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  itill. 

2  Fart  of  thy  name  divinely  ftands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  fhew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

Or  imprefs  of  thy  feet. 
But  when  we  view  thy  ftrange  defign 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  companion  join 

In  their  divineft  forms. 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs 


REJOICING.  141 

Which  of  the  glories  brig^teft  ihone; 

The  jailice  or  the  grace. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Bright  fcraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name. 

And  try  their  choiceii  ftrains. 

4  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  fong! 
Wonder  and  joy  mail  tune  my  hearty 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Who  fweetly  all  agree 
To  fave  a  world  of  finners  loft, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

H  Y  M  N    CXLVII.     C.  M. 

1  TV  /[  Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
1VI     My  everlafting  All, 

I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  fkies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

5  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
"Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 
Among  the  fhades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  mews  his  head^ 
JTii  morning  with  rav  foul. 


*4*  REJOICING. 

j;  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friencb, 
And  health  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth. 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  pofleffor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  ftars  my  own  : 
Without  thy  graces,  'and  thyfelr, 

1  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  ethers  ftrctch  their  arms  like  feas> 

And  grafp  in  ail  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

H   Y  M  N     CXLVIII.     Sa-oanmh, 

I   f*\  K  JLDREX  c£  the  heav'nly  King, 
\_y  As  we  journey  let  us  fing  : 
Sing  our  Saviour1*  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways! 

2  are  traveling  home  to  Godj 
in  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Socn  their  happinefs  fnall  fee. 

3  O,  ye  baniftvd  feed !  be  glad, 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  lave,  our  flefh  aiTumes> 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  fl 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 


PRAISE.  *4i 


jefus  Chriftj  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undifmay'd  go  on. 
Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  j 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  (till  will  foljbw  thee  ! 


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HYMN     CXLIX.     Tolls. 

j   /~"\  What  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife  ! 

V^  So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace  ! 

So  itrong  to  deliver,  fo  good  to  redeem 

The  weakeft  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ! 

2  How  happy  the  man  whofe  heart  is  jfef  free. 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee  ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face,* 
And  ftill  they  are  talking  of  jefus's  grace. 

3  Their  daily  delight  mall  be  in  thy  name. 
They  mall  as  their  right  thy  righteoufnsfs  claim : 
Thy  r*.  hteoufnefs  wearing,  and  cleaned  by 

thy  blood, 
Bold  (hall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  God. 

4  For  thou  art  their  boaiT,  their  glory  and  pew  v- 
And  I  aifo  trull  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 

My  foul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  tlie  acaj£.| 
The  day  of  ialvaticri  that  lifts  op  my  head. 

9  For  fefo&my  Lord  is  now  my  deiencc  ; 

lis  word,  none  plucks  me  fr< 

wvA  favour, lie  all  thing;  will  do  . 
-  mv  Saviour  mi  all 
fa 


H4  PRAISE. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  {hall  fee  the  blifs  of  thine  own, 
Thy  fecret  to  me  fhall  foon  be  made  known: 
For  forrow  and  fadnefs  I  joy  fhall  receive, 
Andlhare  in  the  glad nefs  of  all  that  believe. 

H  Y  M  N     CL.        113th  PJalm. 

X   T'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
JL   And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, - 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifraei's  God  ;  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  ! 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-fight  on  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  confcicnce  peace; 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  relcafe. 

4.  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  Pnall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 


PRAISE.  14c 

HYMN    CLI.    L.  M. 

1  T>RAISE  ye  the  Lord  !  'tis  good  to  raife 
A  Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  formed  the  liars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd! 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  iky; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  let**  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  Supply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man  or  warlike  horfe  ? 
The  piercing  >vit,  the  active  limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

6  Buc  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  ! 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear; 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there.    , 

HYMN    CLII.     L.  M. 

1    T_T  OW  do  thy  mercies  clofe  me  round  I 
A  A    For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd  ! 
I  blufh  in  all  things  to  abound  ; 
The  fervant  is  above  his  Lord ! 


itf  PRAISE, 

2  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  fufFring  life- my  Mailer  led  j 
The  Sen  of  God,  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  heav!. 

3  But  lo  !   a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ; 
Yea,  he  himfeif  becomes  my  guard  ; 
He  fmooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  Heep. 

4  jefus  protects;  my  fears  be  gone; 

What  can  the  Rock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  me  down, 
Thy  everlafiing  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 

Who,  who  fhall  violate  my  red:  ? 

Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy  ; 

I  lean  upen  my  Saviour's  breath 

6  I  reft  beneath  th'  Almighty's  made, 

My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  5 
Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  (laid, 
Wilt  keep  me  ftill  in  perfect  peace. 

7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'il  to  take 

Jn  time  and  in  eternity  : 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 
A  helplefs  worm  that  trulls  in  thee. 

H  Y  M  N    CLIII.    PrJJhv. 

1        f\  GOD  of  all  grace, 

\J?   Thy  goodnefs  we  praife  ; 

Thy  Son  thou  haft  given  to  die  in  our  place  j 
With  joy  we  approve 
The  defign  of  thy  love, 

?Jis  a  wonder  on  earth,  and  a  wonder  above, 


PRAISE.  147 

2  Tongue  cannot  explain 
The  love  of  God-man, 

Which  the  angels  defire  to  look  into  in  vain  : 

It  dazzles  our  eyes, 

Thought  cannot  arife, 
To  find  out  a  caufe  why  the  Infinite  dies. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclin'd 

Him  to  die  for  mankind, 
The  ground  of  his  pity  what  feraph  can  find ! 

He  came  from  above 

Our  curfe  to  remove :  [love. 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  becaufehe  would 

4  Love  mov'd  him  to  die, 

And  on  this  we  rely,  [why  : 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  we  cannot  tell 

But  this  we  can  tell, 

He  hath  lov'd  us  fo  well, 
As  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  from  helL 

5  He  hath  ranfom'd  our  race  ; 
O  how  mall  we  praife, 

Or  worthily  fing  thy  unfpeakable  grace ! 

Nothing  elfe  will  we  know 

In  our  journey  below, 
But  ringing  thy  praife  to  thy  paradife  go. 

6  Nay,  and  when  we  remove 
To  the  manfions  above, 

Our  heavn  mall  ftill  be  to  fing  of  thy  love  : 
When  time  is  no  more, 
We  ftiil  (hall  adore 
'>ceanof  love  without  bottom  or  fhore« 
N3 


HS  PR  A  I  St. 

7         Ere  long  we  fhall  fly 
To  the  regions  on  high, 

For  Ifrael's  ilrength  cannot  vary  or  lie  ; 
He  foon  ihall  appear, 
He  More  than  draws  near, 

Our  jefus  is  come,  and  eternity's  here, 

VI  Y  M  N    CLIV.    L.  M. 

1  l~y  EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
JLJ    Ye  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 

He  can  create,  and  he  defi.ro/. 

2  I  lis  fbv 'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid,  t 

Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  ! 
And  when  like  wand'ring  (beep  we  it  ray 'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

;h  as  the  hc.iv'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thouiand  tor. 
Shall  fill  thy  ocurts  with  founding  praife. 

!e  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 
Vafl  as  eternity  thy  love  : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  {bind, 
V\hen  rolling  years  fnall  ccafe  to  move. 

H  Y  M  N    CLV.    C.  M. 

i   rT^HE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  prailb 
J[_     In  concert  with  the  blefl, 
"Who  joyful  in  harmonious  I:.; 
Employ  an  endkf:  reft. 


PRAISE.  149 

<  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 
We  bleft  and  pious  grow, 
By  hymns  of  praife  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  fcene 

Of  glory  was  difplay  d 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  univerfe  was  made. 

4  He  riles,  who  mankind  hath  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme; 
'Twas  great  to  fpeak  the  world  from  nought 
'Twas  greater  to  redeem  ! 

II  Y  M  N    CLVI.     Ajhley. 

i    C  ALVATICN  !  O  the  joyful  found  ! 
O  What  pleaftfre  to  our  ears ! 
Afov'rtign  balm  foreVry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

CHORUS. 

Glory y  honour,  fraife  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  e-jer  ; 
J  ejus  Chriji  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah  ipmife-theUrd  I 

2  Salvation  1   let  the  echo  fly 

The  fpacicus  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fey 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found.     Ghry,  cV„ 

3  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb! 

To  thee  the  praife  belongs  : 
Salvation  fhall  infpire  our  hearts, 
And  ilwdl  upon  our  tongues,    Glory,  fcsfo 


■15°  PRAISE. 

HYMN    CLVIL    Stantox. 

1  Tj^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  ikies, 
JL     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung, 

Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praife  (ball  found  from  more  to  more, 

Till  funs  (hall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  fongs  of  praife  divinely  ling; 

The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  ihout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name :  I 
In  ev'ry  land  begin  the  fong, 
To  ev'ry  land  the  {trains  belong ; 
In  cheerful  founds  all  voices  raife, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudeft  praife. 

HYMN    CLVIII.    C.  M. 

i   /^OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
V_>  With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thoufand  thouf&nd  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  bleffings  more  than  we  can  give? 
Be.,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


PRAISE*- 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adcre  the  Lamb. 

II  Y  M  N     CLIX.    Salt/bury, 

">  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
y  God  whofe  glory  fills  the  Iky  j 
Peace  en  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heav'n. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  hcav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  prefume  to  fing, 
Glad  thine  attributes  cenfefs, 
Glorious  all  andnumberlefs. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  : 
Hail,  the  everlaft  ing  Lord  ; 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  pow'r  and  God  of  love  ! 

4  Chrift  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  ; 
Chriit,  the  Father's  only  Son  : 
Lamb  of  God  for  finhers  llain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Boyv  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou  j 
Jefu,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  ourlins  away. 

6  row 'i Ail  advocate  with  God, 
Juitify  us  by  thy  blood ! 

Bow  .thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou* 


i|2  PRAISE. 

7  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Chrift,  alone, 
With  thy  glorious  Sire  art  one  ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghort  with  thee, 
One  Supreme,  eternal  Three. 

HYMN    CLX.    C.  M. 

i    "ORAISE  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choirs, 
JT     That  fill  the  realms  above ; 
Praife  him  who  form'd  you  of  his  fires, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  fkies, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  fhades  your  thoufand  eyes 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  reftlefs  globe  of  golden  light, 

Whofe  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  filver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrow'd  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  mall  bear  his  name  aloud 

Thro'  the  etheriaJ  blue, 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  ftorms, 

The  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 


Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  feas, 

In  your  eternal  roar ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 

And  ihore  reply  to  ihore. 


J 


PRAISE.  i53 

7  While  monfters,  fporting  on  the  flood. 

In  fcaly  filver  mine, 
Speak  terribl)',  their  maker,  God, 
And  lafh  the  foaming  brine. 

8  But  gentler  things  mail  tune  his  name 

To  fofter  notes  than  thefe, 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  ftream, 
Or  whifpring  thro'  the  trees. 

9  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  him  that  bids  you  grow ; 
Sweet  clutters,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  every  thankful  bow. 

io  Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honours  raife, 
And  climb  the  morning-fky  ; 
While  grov'ling  beafts  attempt  his  praife 
In  hoarfer  harmony, 

1 1  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing, 
Ye  mortals,  take  the  found, 
Echo  the  glories  of  our  King 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 


HYMN    CLXI. 

i  rTHHE  God  of  Abraji'm  praife, 
JL     Who  reigns  enthron'd  above; 
Ancient  of  everiafting  days, 
And  God  of  love  : 
JEHOVAH  GREAT  I  AM! 
By  earth  and  heav'n  confefs'd; 
I  bovv  and  blefs  the  facred  Name, 
Fo*  ever  bleft, 


i5-;.  PRAISE, 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praifc, 
At  whofe  fupreme  command 

From  earth  I  rife — and  feek  the  joys 
At  his  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Its  wifdom,  fame  and  pow'r  : 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  fhield  and  tow'r. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
Whofe  all-fufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days* 

In  all  my  ways  : 

He  calls  a  worm  his  friend ! 

He  calls  himfelf  my  God  ! 

And  he  (hall  fave  me  to  the  end 

Thro'  Jem's  blood  ! 

4  He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend, 

I  (hall  on  eagles'  wings  up-borne, 
To  heav'n  afcend : 
J  mall  behold  his  face, 
I  (hall  his  pow'r  adore, 
And  fmg  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

H  Y  M  N   CLXII.   C.  M. 

t    A  if  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend; 
iVl   When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  wittthe  growing  numbers e::~, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  cverlafting  truft, 
Thy  eoodnefs  J  adore: 


PRAISE.  j 

Send  dcnvn  thy  grace,  O  blefied  Lord, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

3  My  feet  {hall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeftial  road  : 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  fh'ength, 
To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 

4  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pov/rs, 
With  this  delightful  fong, 
And  entertain  the  darken1  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

HYMN     CLXIII.    Shpherd  cf  'Ifraeh 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful  unchangeable  Friend  ; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 

•And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 
sTis  Jefus,  the  Firft  and  the  Laft, 

Whofe  Spirit  (hall  guide  us  fafe  home; 
We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  pait, 
And  trud  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


*w 


I  Y  M  N    CLXIV.    C.  M. 

God/ 


My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Why,  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  loft 
In  wonder,  love  and  praile  ? 

Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd,- 
And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 

While  in  the  frlent  womb  I  hy3 
And  himg  urnm  the  bread  : 
O    .   . 


i56  PRAISE. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

4  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant-heart  conceiv'd, 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd. 

5  When  in  the  fiipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils  and  death, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleafing  fnares  of  vic-e 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue ; 
And  after  death  in  diftant  worlds, 
The  pleafing  theme  renew. 

8  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  fong  I'll  raife ; 
But  U  !  eternity's  too  fnort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

HYMN    CLXV.    Epvonb. 

OTHOU  God  of  my  falvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  fin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  companion, 
Yearning  bowels  from  within ; 

I  will  praife  thee  : 
Wkzie  (hall  I  thy  praife  begin? 


PRAISE.  157 

While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying, 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  ! 
I  with  them  would  ftill  be  vying, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
O  how  precious 

Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name! 

Now  I  fee,  with  jov  and  wonder, 
Whence,  the  healing  ftreams  arofe  ; 

Angel- minds  are  loft  to  ponder 

Dying  love's  myfterious  caufe  ; 
Yet  the  bleffing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

Though  unfeen  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  hath  mown  ; 

Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour  ! 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  •> 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crosvn'd  us^ 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praife  to  Christ  belong. 


HYMN    CLXVI.    C.  M. 

OW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  fins  forgiv'nl 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place* 
I  feek  my  place  in  heav'n  1 


'H 


,158    TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

A  country  far  from  mortal  light ; 

Yet,  O !  by  faitii  I  fee 
The  land  of  reft,  the  faint;,'  delight^ 

The  heav'n  prepar'd  for  mc. 
2  O  what  a  Lleifed  hope  is  ours! 

While  here  on  earth  we  Hay, 
We  more  than  tafte  the  heav'nly  pcw'rs, 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  re  fur  reft  ion  near, 

Our  life  in  Chrhl  conccal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 

Our  earthen  vefiels  fili'd. 
A  O  would  he  more  of  heav'n  bellow, 

And  let  the  veffels  break, 
And  ht  our  raniom'd  fpirits  go, 

To  grafp  the  God  we  feek; 
In  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  fight  for  me, 
And  fnout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  ail  eternity. 

'<&  O  *S*  *Z*  O  *%&  "0"  O"  •*-;>  **;'*  •*-:'*  •*-;>  -'<:>  "O1  "*';'*•  "O"  *S*  *3" 

TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

II   Y  M  N     CLXVII.      Olney. 

PART   THE    FIRST. 

I       /COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 

\^J   And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  fure  truft  and  tender  care, 

Who  earth  and  heav'n  commands; 

Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe> 

Whom  wind?  and  fcas  obey, 
He  fnall  diredl  thy  wand 'ring  feetj 

He  (hall  prepare  thy  way. 


TRUSTING  i  n  PROVIDENCE.     1 59 

2  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So  fafe  (halt  thou  go  on; 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  iledlaft  eye, 

So  mall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  canft  thou  gain 

By  felf-confuming  care, 
To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 

Attends  the  fofteii  pray'r. 

3  Thine  everlafting  truth, 
Father,  thy  ceafelefs  love, 

Sees  all  thy  children's  wants  and  knows 

What  belt,  for  each  will  prove  ^ 

And  whatfoe'er  thou  will'ft, 

Thou  doft,  O  King  of  kings  : 
What  thine  unerring  wifdom  chofe, 

Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 

4  Thou  ev3ry  where  hair  way, 
And  all  things  ferve  thy  might, 

Thy  ev'ry  adl  pure  bleiiing  is, 

Thy  path  un  fully 'd  light. 

When  thou  arifelT,  Lord, 

What  mall  thy  work  witMand  ? 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv*ftj 

Who,  who  lhall  ftay  thy  hand  ? 

H  Y  M  N     CLXVIII.     OJney. 

PART  THE  SECOND. 

j  /">  IVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
VJT  Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd, 
God  hears  thy  fighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 

God  fnall  lift  up  thy  head  : 
Thro'  waves,  and  clouds,  and  ftorms, 
tie  gently  clears  t  heway  ; 

03 


So    TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

Wait  thou  his  time,  io  {Hall  this  night 
Soon  end. in  jtwous  day. 

t       Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 

Still  fink  thy  fpirits  down; 
Call  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

AvCi  ev'ry  care  be  gone. 

What  though  thqu  culeft  not, 

Yetheav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  iitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

Leave  to  his  fov'reign  {"way 
To  chufe  and  to  command, 
So  (halt  thou  wond'ring  own  his  way, 
How  wife,  how  ftror.g  his  hand ! 
Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
His  counfel  (hall  appear, 

n  fully  lie  the  work  hath  wrought, 
ri  hat  caus'd  thy  needlefs  fear. 

Thou  feed:  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 

Oar  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 
O  lift  thou  up  the  finking  head, 

Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ; 
us  in.  life,  in  death, 

Thy  fteafaft  truth  declare, 
And  publifti  with  cur  lateft  breath, 

Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXIX.    L.  M. 

CD  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  pow'r 
y  Thro*  various  deaths  my  foul  hath  ledj 
Or  turn'd  afule  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  finking  head! 


TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE.    161 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 

Thy  ruling  providence  I  Tee  ; 
Affift  me  ftill  my  courfe  to  run, 
And  ftill  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  O  whither  mould  I  fly, 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  bfeaft, 
Secure  within  thy  arms  to  lie, 

And  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  to  reft  ? 

4  I  have  no  fkill  the  fnare  to  ftion, 

But  thou,  O  C brill !  my  wifdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

c  Foolifh,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  : 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heav'n  may  findA 

'1  he  heav'n  of  levin:;  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room; 
Enter,  and  in  me  ever  flay  ; 
The  crooked  then  mall  ftraight  becomes 
The  darknefs  ihall  be  loft  in  day  ! 

I!  Y  M  N    CLXX.     Teffi. 

JEKOVAH-JIREHj  i.  e.     The  Lord  will 
py-jida.       Gen.  xxii.    ijl. 

B  0'fct  roubles  afTaib  and  dangers  aimght, 


l  nPBO 'fetrouble5  aflSil,  and  dangers  aSfi 
gL     The/  fiends  mould  all  fail,  and  fc 


e^  ail 


Yet  one  thing  {ccurc3  us,  whatever  betide, 
•omife  tiiFgrds  us,  the  Lord  will  provide, 


i6z    TRUSTING  i  n  PRO  VIDENCE. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  or  ftore-houfe  are  fed  : 
Fr  in  th^m  let  us  leam-to  truft  for  our  bread  : 
His  faints  what  is  fitting  'hall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  it's  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  1  ke  fhbs,  by  temped  be  toft 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  loft  ; 
Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  ©bey,  like  Abrah'm  of  eld  : 

We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  tho'  we  are  ftrangeFS,  we  have  .  fure  guide, 
And  truft  iaall  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide, 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  ftop  up  our  path, 
And  tills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith  : 
He  cannot  take  from  us  ;rho'  oft  he  has  try'd) 
The  heart-cheering  promife,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  fliall  obtain  ; 
But  when  fuchfuggeftions  our  graces  have  try'd, 
This  anfwers  all  queftions,    The  Lord  will 

provide. 

7  No  ftrength  of  ou r  own,  nor  goodnefs  we  claim, 
Our  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus's  name; 

In  this  our  flrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  pow'r,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  (hall  comfort  us  through : 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Chrift  on  our 

fide,  [vide, 

to  die  fliouting,  The  Lord  will  pro- 


TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE,    i 
H  Y  M  N    CLXXI.     zidPjalm. 

I  Hf^HE  Lord  ray  pafture  mail  prepare, 
A     And  feed  me  with  a  Ihepherd's  care  i 

,  His  prefence  Ihall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  mail  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wand' ring  fteps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landikip  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloom?  horrors  overfpread, 
My  lledfaft  heart  mall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  Hill ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  (hall  give  rnc  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  fhade, 

4.  Tho'  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way 
1  h rough  devious  lonely  wilds  I  ftray. 
Thy  bounty  Ihall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  mall  fmile 
"With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown 'd. 
And  ft  reams  lhall  murmur  all  around. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXII.     C.  ivL 


CODi 
_  "  His 


moves  in  a  myfrerious  way* 


wonders  to  perform 
He  plants  his  footfteps  in  it 

And  rides  upon  the  itorrn. 


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2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  Ikill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  defigns, 
And  works  his  fov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  frefh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  fnall  break 
In  bleffings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  bv  feeble  fenfe, 

But  trult  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  fail, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  ho^r  : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  fiow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  work  in  vain : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  Lyplain. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXlfl.    Denbigh. 
i      A    WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Jr\.  Fear  mail  in  me  no  more  have  place; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  liiJes  the  brightnefs  of  his  face  : 
But  ihall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  bafrly  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  ftrength  of  jefus,  no, 

I  never  will  giv  e  up  my  fiiieid. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oiI> 


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The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 
The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 

The  empty  ftall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perifh  all  the  bleating  race, 

Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  praife. 

3  Barren  although  my  foul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  fin,  and  only  fin  is  here  : 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  loft, 

My  blooming  hones  cut  off  I  fee. 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  truft, 

And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

4  In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim* 
Jefus,  my  ftrength,  mail  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jefu's  name ; 
To  me  he  foon  mall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  foul  fhall  then  out-ftrip  the  wind* 
Cn  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXIV.    C.  M. 

1  Q  TILL  for  thy  loving-kindnefs,  Lord3 

0  I  in  thy  temple  wait ; 

1  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 

Or  at  thy  table,  meet. 

2  Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways 

I  wait  to  learn  thy  will : 
Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  hear  thee  fay,  ><  Be  lull  V* 


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"  He  full,  and  know  that  I  am  God!" 

'Tis  all  I  live  to  know  ! 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 

And  fpread  its  praile  below! 

4  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 

Thine  image  to  retrieve  : 
The  veil  of  outward  things  pafs  through; 
And  gafp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work,  and  own  the  labour  vain, 

And  thus  from  works  I  ceafe  ; 
I  drive;  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Till  God  create  my  peace. 

6  Fruitlefs,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 

Muft  all  my  efforts  prove  ; 
They  cannot  change  a  iinful  heart, 
They  cannot  purchafe  love. 

7  I  do  the  thing  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  itrife  give  o'er ; 
To  thee  I  then  the  whole  refign, 

And  truft  in  means  no  more. 
S  I  trufc  in  him  who  {lands  between 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me  : 
Jefu,  thou  great  eternal  Mean, 

I  look  for  all  from  thee. 

If  Y  M  N    CLXXV.     S.  M, 

PART    THE    FIRST. 

j       OOLDIER3  of  Chrift,  arife, 
O   And  put  your  arrncur  on, 
Strong  in  the  ftrength  which  God  fuppiles, 
Through  bis  eternal  ! 
Strong  in  thfc  Lord  of  Hods, 
And  in  his  mighty  pow'r, 


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Who  in  the  ftrength  of  jefus  trulls, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 
Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  ftrength  enJu'd, 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight* 
1  he  panoply  of  God  ; 
That  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  confiicis  pair, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Chrift  alone* 
And  ftand  entire  at  laft. 
Stand  then  again!!  your  foes, 
In  clofe  and  firm  array, 
Legions  of  wily  £ends  oppofe 
Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
But  meet  the  fofis  of  night. 
But  mock  their  vain  defign, 
Arm'd  in  the  aims  ofheay'nly  light, 
Of  righteoufnefs  divine. 
Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
No  weaknefs  of  the  foul : 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole  : 
Indiflblubly  join'd, 
To  battle  all  proceed. 
But  arm  yourfeives  with  all  the  mind 
That  was  in  Chiiit  your  head. 

HYMN    CLXXVJ.     S.  M 

TART    THE   SECOND. 

UT  above  all,  lay  hold 
On  faith i-s  Victorious  fliield  : 

Arm'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold, 
You're  fure  to  win  the  Held  : 
P 


1 68    TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 

If  faith  furround  your  heart, 
Satan  {hall  be  fubdu'd, 
Repell'd  his  ev'ry  fiery  dart, 

And  quench'd  with  Jefu's  blood. 

2       Jefus  hath  dy'd  for  you ! 

What  can  his  love  withftand  ? 
Believe !  hold  faft  your  fhield,  and  who 
Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  ? 
Believe  that  Jefus  reigns, 
All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n  : 
Believe,  till  freed  from  fin's  remains  : 
Believe  yourfelves  to  heav'n ! 


To  keep  your  armour  bright, 
Attend  with  conftant  care  ; 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  fight, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r  ; 
Ready  for  all  alarms, 
Stedfaftly  fet  your  face, 
And  always  exercife  your  arms, 
And  ufe  your  ev'ry  grace. 

Pray !  without  ceafing,  pray, 
(Your  Captain  gives  the  word) 
His  fummons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord  : 
To  God  your  ev'ry  want, 
In  inftant  pray'r  difplay  ; 
Pray,  always  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
Pray  !  without  ceafing,  pray. 


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HYMN    CLXXV1.    L.  M. 

Seek  ye  the  kingdom  of  God,   and  all  thefe  things 
Jhall  be  added.     Luke  xii.  31. 

EACE,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not 
Thy  great  Provider  Hill  is  near ;    [fear : 
Who  fed  thee  laft  will  feed  thee  ftill, 
Be  calm  and  fink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  Iky, 
In  mercy  ftoops  to  hear  thy  cry  ; 

His  promife  all  may  freely  claim, 
M  Alk  and  receive  in  Jefu's  name." 

3  His  ftores  are  open  all  and  free, 
To  fuch  as  truly  upright  be  ; 
Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  elfe  which  he  fees  good. 

4  Your  facred  hairs  which  are  fo  fmall, 
By  God  himfelf  are  number'd  all ; 
This  truth  he's  publifn'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  truft  the  Lord. 

5  The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 

And  fends  them  food  as  they  have  need, 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  {lore, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 

6  Then  do  not  feek  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  fhall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  thefe  things  you  need. 

7  Without  referve  give  Chrift  your  heart ; 
Let  him  his  righteoufnefs  impart ; 
Then  all  things  elfe  he'll  freely  give ; 
With  him  you  all  things  fhall  receive. 


i-o  SUFFERING/ 

8  Thus  ihali  the  foul  be  truly  bleft, 

That  leeks  in  God  his  only  reft: 
May  I  that  happy  perfon  be, 
In  time,  and  in  eternity  ! 
'0*  "O-  "O*  *Z*  ♦'it*  •#>  ***■  -O-  •»»!>  -O-  •*'!>  O*  *S*  ■»'!>  -O-  ■»'!>  O*  "O 

SUFFERING. 

HYMN     CLXXVIII.     Traveller. 

i    /"^OME  on,  rny  partners  in  diftrefs, 
\_^  My  comrades  through  the  wiidernefs, 

Who  ftill  your  bodies  feel  ; 
A  while  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
To  that  celeftial  hill. 
z  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  fpace, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  faints'  fee  a  re  abode  : 
On  faith's  ftrong  eagle-pinions  rife, 
.1  force  your  paflage  to  the  fiues, 
And  fcale  the  mount  of  God. 
3  Who  fuffcr  with  cur  Matter  here, 
We  fhall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  fide  fit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fare  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 
The  crofs,  fnail  wear  the  crown, 
{,  Thrice  bieded  blifsi  infpiring  hope  ; 
It  lifts  tlie  fainting  fpirits  up  : 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  ! 
Our  conflicts  here  (hall  foon  be  paftj 
And  you  and  I  afcend  at  laft 
Triumphant  with  our  Head. 


SUFFERING.  171 

5  That  great  myfterious  Deity 
We  foon  with  open  lace  fhall  fee, 

The  beatific  fight : 
Shall  fill  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praife, 
And  wide  diffufe  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlafting  light. 

6  The  Father  fhining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  Spirit  one  and  fev'n, 
Confpire  our  rapture  to  complete  5 
And  lo !  we  fall  before  his  feet. 

And  filence  heightens  heav'n. 

7  In  hope  of  that  ecftatic  paufe, 
Jefu,  we  now  fuftain  the  crofs, 

And  at  thy  footftool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravith'd  fpirits  fill, 

And  God  is  all  in  all, 

HYMN     CLXXIX.     Wednejburj. 

\      \    ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
iTx.     And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  foul  (hall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 

And  find  its  long-fought  reft, 
That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breafl. 

* 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  crofs  fuftain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down3 
And  fmile  at  toil  and  pain. 


i72  SUFFERING. 

I  fuller  on  my  thrrefcorc  years 

Till  my  Deiiv'rer  c 
And  wipe  away  his  feasant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jefusb<  light  Tor  mc! 

Before  my  ravifh/d  eyes 
Rivers  of  lite  divine  I  fee, 

And  trees  of  paradife  ! 
I  fee  a  world  offpirits  bright, 

Who  tafte  the  pleafujres  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  fpotlefs  white,. 

And  qonqu'ring  palms  they  bear.. 

4  O  what  are  ail  my  fuff'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  hoft  t'  appear,. 

And  wcrfhip  at  thy  feet  ! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  giveeafe  or  pain, 

'Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
Bat  let  me  find  them  all  again 

Inthat  eternal  day. 

HYMN    CLXXX.     Efwokk 

HAPPY  foul,  4hy  days  are  ended  ; 
All  thy  mourning  days  below j 
Go,  by  angel-guarHs 'attended, 
To  the  light  of  Jefus,  go. 

?,  Waiting  to  receive  thy  fpirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  fbands  above, 
,vs  the  purchafe  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  cf  L 


SUFFERING.  17$ 

3  Stiuggle  through  thy  lateft  paflion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breait, 
To  his  uttermoft  faivation,    ■ 
To  his  everlafting  reft. 

4  For  the  joy  he  fets  before  thee5 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory  ; 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN    CLXXXI.     Dymg  Stephen. 

2    T  YEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
XjL  We  joyfully  adore  thee  : 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thy  members  here 
Shall  Cir,g  like  thofe  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
With  Weft  anticipation ; 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praife  of  our  faivation*, 

z  While  in  affliction's  furnace,. 
And  palling  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praife, 

Which  knows  no  days* 
And- ever  brings  us  nigher : 
We  clap  ouY  hands  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favour ; 

The  love  divine, 

Which  made  us  thine,. 
Can  keep  us  thine  for  ever, 


j74  FUNERAL. 

3  Thou  doft  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation ; 

ISior  will  we  fear, 

While  thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation ; 
The  world,  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  oppofes ; 

By  thee  we  mall 

Break  thro'  them  all, 
And  fing  the  fong  of  Mofes. 

4  By  faith  we  fee  the  glory 

To  which  thou  fhalt  reitore  us, 

The  crofs  defoifc 

For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  haft  fet  before  us : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  fee  thee  Hand 

At  God's  right-hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heav'n. 

FUNERA  L. 

HYMN     CLXXXIL     Funeral. 

i      AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
±\.  What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  £air  ? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breat] 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare  : 
With  folemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled,. 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  Head. 


IUNERAL,  i7r 

t  Hc.v  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  ; 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  lias  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whflfe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  finner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  i  no  mere 

With  ficknefs,  or  (haken  with  pain, 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  frail  vex  him  again  : 
No  an^er  henceforward,  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay: 
Extinft  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  pailion  is  vanifn'd  away. 

4  This  lahguifhirig  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er, 
This  quiet  immoveable  bread 

IsheavM  by  affliction  no  more: 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  coafes  to  nutter  and  beat, 

It  never  ihall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  fo  fddem  could  clcfe, 

I';.  forrow  forbidden  to  flee]>,  ■ 
Seal '3  up  in  cte  rnal  re pofe, 

Have  sraogely  forgotten  to  v  ■ 
Tlu:  fousitains  can  yield  no  (applies  : 

hollows  from  water  are  free^; 
The  tears  are  all  v.ip'd  from  thefe  e 
evil  i\icy  never  Ihaii  fee,, 


I76  FUNERAL. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe, 
And  ftill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  : 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  ! 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  flelh  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN     CLXXXIII.  Shepherd  of  IfraeL 

1  T)  EJOICE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 
XV     Our  lofs  is  his  infinite  gain ; 

A  foul  out  of  prifon  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain ; 

With  fongs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 
And  mount  with  his  fpirit  above> 

Efcap'd  to  the  manfions  of  light, 
And  lodg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Oiit-ftving  the  tempeft  and  wind ; 
His  reft  he  hath  fooner  obtain'd 

And  left  his  companions  behind, 
Still  tofs'd  on  a  fea  of  diilrefs, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bleft  more, 
Where  all  is  aflfurance  and  peace, 

And  forrow  and  fin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  (hip's  company  meet, 

Who  fail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
With  {homing  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death : 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  afHiclon  is  paft, 
The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpend, 

For  ever  and  ever  mail  laft. 


FUNERAL.  177 

HYMN    CLXXXIV.    frmm& 
?npiS  finifli'd,  'tis  done! 

X     The  fpirit  is  fled, 
The  pris'ner  is  gone, 

The  Chriftian  is  dead  : 
The  Chriftian  is  living 

Thro'  Jefus's  love, 
And  gladly  receiving 

A  kingdom  above. 

All  honour  and  praife 

Are  Jefus's  due : 
Supported  by  grace, 

He  fought  his  way  through* 
Triumphantly  glorious 

Through  jefus's  zeal, 
And  more  than  victorious 

O'er  fin,  death,  and  hell. 

Then  let  us  record 

The  conquering  name, 
Our  Captain  and  Lord 

With  fhoutings  proclaim  t 
Who  truft  in  his  paffion 

And  follow  our  Head, 
To  certain  falvation 

We  all  (hall  be  led. 

O  Jefus,  lead  on 

Thy  militant  care, 
And  gi*  e  us  the  crown 

Of tiighteoufnefs  there; 
Where  dazzled  with  glory 

The  feraphim  gaze, 
Or  proftrate  adore  thee 

In  filence  of  praife. 


J7-3  FUNER/ 

5       Come,  Lord,  and  difplay 

Thy  fign  in  the  iky, 
And  bear  us  away 

To  manfions  on  high  : 
The  kingdom  be  given, 

The  purchafe  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven 

Eternally  thine. 

H  Y  M  N   CLXXXV.    $h*. 

HOSANNA  to  Jefts  on  l%h! 
Another  has  enter'd  his  reft, 
Another  has  'fcap'd  to  the  fkf, 

And  lodg'd  in  Immanuel's  bread  : 
The  foul  of  our  Mer  is  gone, 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
Exalted  to  Jefus's  throne, 
And  clafp'd  in  the  arms  of  his  love, 

z  What  fulnefs  cf  rapture  is  there, 
While  jefus  his  glory  difplays, 
And  purples  the  heavenly  air, 

And  fcatters  the  odours  of  ^race  ! 
He  looks — and  his  fervants  in 

The  bleffmgs  ine {Table  meet : 
}  Je  fmiles — and  they  faint  at  his  fight, 
!  fall  overwhelm 'd  at  his  feet, 

3  How  happy  the  angels  that  fell, 
Transported  at  Jefus's  name  ; 
The  flints  whom  he  foqgeft  fnal!  call, 
Tv  (hare  in  the  feaft  of  tl 


FUNERAL.  i 

No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  mail  fly, 

Who  firft  lhall  be  fummon'd  away — 
My  merciful  God — is  it  I  ? 

4  O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  mould  depart, 
Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart : 
O  give  me  a  fignal  to  know,     . 

If  foon  thou  wouldil  have  me  remove, 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 

And  fly  to  the  regions  above. 

H  Y  M  N     CLXXXVI.     Hamilton's. 

i  TT  APP  Y  who  in  Jefus  live, 
JTjL  But  happier  ftill  are  they 
Who  to  God  their  fpirits  give, 

And  '"fcape  from  earth  away  : 
Lord,  thou  read'it.  the  panting  heart, 

Lord,  thou  hear'ii  the  praying  iigh; 
O  'tis  better  to  depart, 

'Tis  better  far  to  die, 

2  Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 

For  our  companions'  good, 
Let  us  in  the  fieih  remain, 

And  meekly  bear  the  load ; 
Till  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up. 


79 


Till  we  all  our  works  have  done, 
Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 
And  (harers  of  thy  throne. 


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i8o  For  Person s  joined  in  Fellowship. 

3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 

We  quietly  fubmit, 
Waiting  for  redemption  ftill, 

But  waiting  at  thy  feet  : 
When  thou  wilt  the  bleffing  give, 

Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee  : 
Only  let  thy  fervants  live, 

And  let  us  die  to  thee. 

^•O-^O-O-O-O-O-O-O  *$*  OOO-0-  •*->  <>  O 

For  PERSONS  joined  in  FELLOWSHIP. 

HYMN    CLXXXVII.    Buihh. 

1  /^tOME  away  to  the  fkies, 
V.^  My  beloved,  arife, 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  waft  born  : 

On  this  feftival  day 

Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  finging  to  Sion  return, 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love 
And  treafure  above, 

Tho'  our  bodies  continue  below  : 

The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And  with  finging  to  Paradife  go. 

3  With  finging  we  praife 
The  original  grace, 

By  our  heav'nly  Father  beftow'd  ; 

Our  being  receive 

From  his  bounty,  and  live 
Tc  the  honour  and  glory  of  God. 


For  Persons^zW  m  Fellowship.  181 

For  thy  glory  we  are 

Created  to  (hare 
Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine  ; 

Created  again, 

That  our  fouls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

With  thanks  we  approve 

The  defign  of  thy  love, 
Which  hath  joih'd  us  in  Jefus's  name  ; 

So  united  in  heart,. 

That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feait  of  the  Lamb. 

There,  there  at  his  feet. 

We  fhall  fuddenly  meet, 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more  ! 

We  fhall  fmg  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore.. 

Hallelujah  we  fing 

To  oar  Father  and  King-, 
And  his  rapturous  praifes  repeat ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flaiii 

Halle1  u jah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet  1 

In  afluraaee  of  hope 

We  to  Jefus  look  up. 
Till  his  banner  unfurl'd  in  the  air 

From  our  graves  we  fhall  fee, 

And  cry  out,  il  It  is  he," 
And  rly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there, 


f82    For  Persons  joined  foFELLOwsmr. 

HYMN    CLXXXVIII.    Defy. 

i        /^OME,  let  us  anew 

V-^  Our  journey  purfue, 

With  vigour  arife, 
And  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  fkies ; 

Of  heavenly  birth, 

Tho'  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  ft  rangers  and  pilgrims  curfelves  we  confefs 

2  At  Jefus's  call 
We  give  up  our  all, 
And  ftftl  we  forego, 

For  Jefus's  fake,  our  enjoyments  below; 

No  longing  we  find 

For  the  country  behind ; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  ftill  we  are  feeking  a  country  above. 

3  A  country  of  joy, 
Without  any  alloy, 
Who  thither  repair, 

Cur  heart  and  cur  treafure  already  are  there. 

We  march  hand  in  hand 

To  Irhmanuel's  land  ; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near! 

4  The  rougher  our  way, 
The  lhcrter  our  Hay  ; 
The  tempefts  that  rife 

Shall  gloriously  hurry  cur  fouls  to  the  fkies : 

The  fiercer  the  blaft-, 

The  fooner  'tis  pall ; 

The  troubles  that  come, 
Shall  come  to  our  refcue,  and  haflcn  us  home. 


For  Person s  joined  in  Fellowship,   i  $3 
HYMN     CLXXXIX.     Builtb. 

COME,  let  us  afcend, 
My  companion  and  friend, 
To  taftc  of  the  banquet  above  ! 
If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 
If  for  Jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

Who  in  Jefus  confide, 

We  are  bold  to  outride 
The  ftorms  of  arTlidion  beneath  I 

With  the  prophet  we  foar 

To  the  heavenly  more, 
And  out-fly  all  the  arrows  of  death* 

By  faith  we  are  come 

To  our  permanent  home  : 
By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve  ; 

By  We  we  Hill  rife, 

And  look  down  on  the  Aries, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 

Who  on  earth  can  conceive 

How  happy  we  live 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King  ! 

What  a  concert  of  praife, 

When  our  Jefus's  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  fing  ! 

What  a  rapturous  fong, 

W7hen  the  glorify 'd  throng 
In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ! 

join  ail  the  glad  choir?, 

Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 
And  the  burden  is  mercy  divine, 
Q.3 


184    For  PlRso NS  joined  ///Fellowship, 

6  Hallelujah  they  cry. 
To  the  King  of  the  Iky, 

To  the  g.rat  ever  lading  I  AM  ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  {lain, 
And  livcth  again, 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the' Lamb. 

7  The  Lamb  on  the  throne, 
Lo  !  he  dwells  with  his  own, 

And  to  rivers  cfplcafure  he  leads; 

With  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 

With  the  fight  of  his  face, 
Our  beatify 'd  fpiritshe  feeds. 

S       Cur  foreheads  proclaim 

His  inerrable  name; 
Cur  bodies  his  glory  difplay  ; 

A  day  without  night 

We  feau  in  his  fight, 
And  eternity  feems  as  a  day  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CXC.    C.  M. 

1  YESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  (beep, 
J    To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 

Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep, 
For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellilh  malice  full, 

To  fcatter,  tear,  and  flay  ; 
lie  feizes  ev'ry  {haggling  foul, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  : 

Unlefs  the  fold  we  firit  forfeke, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellows:::?, 

4  We  laugh  to  fccm  his  cruel  pctf'r, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  fide  ; 
The  iheep  he  never  can  devour 
Vnlefs  he  firft  divide. 

5  O  do  not  fuflfer  him  to  part 

The  fouls  that  here  agree  ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die  : 
And  each  a  Harry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  iky. 

HYMN    CXCL    C.    M. 

RY  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  gr 
Of  ev'ry  fmful  heart  ; 
Yv'hate'er  of  (In  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  ilray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
Eut  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlaning  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lcrd^ 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care, 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Oar  little  flock  improve  ; 
Increafe  our  faith,  confirm  cur  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  leve, 


1 86  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  haft  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  : 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  fanftify'd. 

H  Y  M  N     CXCII.     Cardiff 

1  nPHOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 

X     We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  t'  approve, 

Thy  providence  t'  obey, 
Enter  into  thy  wife  defign, 
And  i\\  tetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine. 

2  Why  haft  thou  caft  our  lot 

In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
And  why  together  brought 

To  fee  each  other's  face ; 
To  join  with  fofteft  fympathy, 
And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  thee  : 
2  Did  ft  thou  not  make  us  one, 

That  we  might  one  remain, 
Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
Till  all  thy  utmoft  goodnefs  prove, 
And  rife  renew'd  in  perfect  love  ? 

4  Surely  thou  didft  unite 

Our  kindred  fpirits  here, 
That  all  hereafter  might 
Before  thy  throne  appear  ; 


For  £e ksons  joined  in  Fellowship.   187 

Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
And  all  thy  glorious  love  proclaim. 

5  Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  bleifcd  end  in  view, 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  paffage  through  ; 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Till  all  receive  the  {tarry  crown. 

6  O  may  thy  Spirit  feal 

Our  fouls  unto  that  day  ! 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill, 

And  then  tranfport  away  ! 
Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 
Away  to  our  Redeemer's  bread 

HYMN    CXCIII.     Hamilton*. 

1  T^ATHER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
J7    Remember  us  for  good, 

O  fulfil  his  faithful  word, 

And  hear  his  fpeaking  blood  ! 
Give  us  that  for  which  he  prays ; 

Father,  glorify  thy  Son ; 
Shew  his  truth,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  ; 

And  fend  the  promife  down. 

2  True  and   faithful  "Witnefs,  thou, 

O  Chriit,  the  Spirit  give! 
Haft  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now, 

That  we  might  now  receive  ? 
Art  not  thou  our  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  all  thy  limbs  impart : 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  Spirit  fhed, 

In  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 


i8S  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

3  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jefus,  come  : 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  thee  near, 

And  fwells  to  make  thee  room  : 
Prefent  with  us  thee  we  feel, 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be ! 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    CXCIV.    Hotham. 

i    TESU,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
J    Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love 

Ev'ry  ftumbling-block  remove; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear ; 
Come  and  fpread  thy  banner  here! 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kin  J, 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word  ; 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give> 
Shew  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  ang<  r  and  froin  pride, 

Let  us  thus  in  God  abi 

AH  the  depths  of  b\  e  cxprefs, 

All  die  heights  of  hoiinefs. 


1 


For  Person s  joined  in  Fellowship.  1S9 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 
On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
Shew  how  true  believers  die. 


HYMN    CXCV.    C.  M. 

1  TESU,  united  by  thy  grace, 
J      And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  leek  thy  face, 

And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 

2  Still  ht  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thine  eafy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink  : 

Baptize  into  thy  name ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  load-ftone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree  ; 
And  ever  towards  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee. 

5  To  thee  infeparably  join'd, 

Let  all  our  *oirits  cleave  ; 

O  may  we  all  the  leving  mind 

That  was  in  thee  receive  ! 

6  This  is  the  bond  of  u^rfeclnefs, 

Thy  fp'Vtlefs  charity  : 
O  let  us  ili  11,  we  prav,  poiTefs 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee ! 


igo  For  Yzrsoks  joim-d in  Fellowship. 

7  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 

Infenfibly  remove ; 
Our  fouls  their  change  mall  fcarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 

8  With  eafe  our  fouls  thro'  death  (hall  glide 

Into  their  paradife  ; 
And  thence  on  wings  of  angels  ride 
Triumphant  thro'  the  fkies. 

9  Yet  when  the  fulleft  joy  is  giv'n, 

The  fame  delight  we  prove; 
In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heav'n, 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 

HYMN    CXCVI.     Love-Feaft. 

PART    THE     FIRST. 

1  ^tOME,  and  let  us  fweetly  join, 
V-^  Chrift  to  praife  in  hymns  divine  ! 
Give  we  all,  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raife ; 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  ; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feaft  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affe&ion  ftrive : 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  martyr:  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God  : 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love  ; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to.  prove  : 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath, 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 


For  Persons  pitied  in  Fellowship,   iqi 

5  Sing  we  then  in  Jeftr's  name, 
Now  as  yefterday  the  Tame  : 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Chrift  our  mafter  viand 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 
We  our  dying  Lord  confefs  ; 
We  arc  Jeftr's  witneffes. 

4  WitneiTes  that  Chriil  hath  dy'd  ; 
We  with  him  are  crucify 'd  : 
Chrift  hath  burft  the  bands  of  death; 
We  his  quick'mng  Spirit  breathe  ; 
Chrift  has  now  gone  up  on  high ; 
Thither  all  our  wiihes  fly  ; 
Sits  at  God's  right-hand  above  j 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 

H   Y  M  N    CXCVII.      Fcnnderj. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

i    jT^tOME,  thou  high  and.  lofty  Lord  : 
\^>  Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  word  ; 
Humbly  (loop  to  earth  again  ; 
Come,  and  vifit  abjeel  man  ! 
Jefu,  dear  expected  gueiT, 
Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feall  ; 
For  thyfelf  our  hearts  prepare  ! 
Come,  and  fit  and  banquet  there. 

2   Jefu,  we  thy  promife  claim  : 
We  arc  met  in  thy  great  name  : 
In  the  midft  do,  thou  appear, 
Manifeft  thy  prefencc  here  ! 
R 


192  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

Sanftify  us,  Lord,  and  blefs, 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace  : 
Thou  thy  felf  within  us  move  • 
Make  our  feaft  a  feafl  of  love. 

3  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Let  in  us  thy  bowels  found  ; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  increafe, 
Temperance  and  gentlenefs  : 
Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind  : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 

Full  of  goodnefs,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  : 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  light, 
Partners  with  the  faints  in  light ; 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name, 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb: 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  breaft ; 
Love  be  there  our  endlefs  fcaft. 

HYMN    CXCVIIL    C.   M. 

1.  /^lOME,  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine, 
\^s     And  all  with  one  accord, 
In  a  perpetual  cov'nant  join 
Ourfelves  toChriil  the  Lord  : 

2  Give  lip  ourfelves  thro'  Jefu's  pow'r, 

His  name  to  glorify, 
And  promife  in  this  facred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make, 

Be  ever  kefit  iri  n&id  : 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.    193 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forfake, 
Or  caft  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  folemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ; 

Prefent  with  the  celeitial  hofr, 

The  peaceful  anfwer  give. 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  fins  away  ; 
And  regiiier  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day, 

H  Y  M  N   CXC1X,    L.  M. 

On  admitting  a  New  Member. 

r  T>  ROTHEP.  in  Chrifr,  and  well-belov'd, 
_J3     To  Jefus  and  his  fervants  dear, 
Enter,  and  fhew  thyfelf  approved; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  'Scap'd  from  the  world,  redeem'd  from  fin, 

By  fiends  purfu'd,  by  men  abhorr'd, 
Come  in,  poor  fugitive,  come  in, 
And  ihare  the  portion  of  thy  Lord. 

3  Welcome  from  earth ! — lo,  the  right  hand 

Of  fellowfhip  to  thee  we  give! 
With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  ftand, 
And  thee  in  Jefu's  name  receive. 


194  F°r  Peb.so n 8  joined  in  Fellowship. 

4  Say,  is  thy  heart  refolv'd  as  ours  ? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  facred  love  : 
Then  let  it  tafte  the  heavenly  powers^ 
Partaker  of  the  joys  abow:. 

5  Jcfu,  attend,  thyfeJf  reveal! 

Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  mldiT  we  wait  to  feel, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  flame. 

6  Thou  God,  that  anfwerefl  by  fire, 

The  Spirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
And  let  the  names  of  pure  define, 
Rife  from  the  altar  of  each  heart. 

7  Truly  our  fellow  Pr.ip  below, 

With  thee,  and  with  the  Father  is  : 
In  thee  eternal  life  we  know, 
And  heaven's  unutterable  blifs. 

8  In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above — 
And  I  fnall  then  behold  thee  near, 
And  I  mall  all  be  loft  in  love. 

HYMN     CC.     Hothm, 

On  <vijtting  a  till  END. 

■i    "O^ACL  be  on  this  boofe  bellow 'd, 
JL      Peace  on  all  that  here  rcfiie  ; 
Let  the  unknown  pt-aee  of  God 

With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
Let  tiie  Spirit  now  come  down  ; 

Let  the  bkffing  now  take  place ; 
Son  of  peace,  receive  thy  crown* 

Fuhefs  of  the  gcfpcl -grace. 


Fcr?£RSOXSJctnett  in  Fellowship.   195 

2  Chrift,  my  mafter  and  my  Lord, 

Let  me  thy  forerunner  be  ; 
O  be  mindful  cf  thy  word, 

Vifit  them,  and  viiit  me  ! 
To  this  houfe,  and  all  herein, 

Now  let  thy  falvation  come  ! 
Save  our  fouls  from  inbred  fin  ; 

Make  us  thy  eternal  home  1 

3  Let  us  never,  never  reft, 

Till  the  promife  is  futfjl'd  » 
Till  we  are  of  thee  pofiefs'd, 

Pardon'd,  fan&lfy'd  and  feaTd  ? 
Till  we  all,  in  love  renew'd, 

Find  the  pearl  that  Adam  loft, 
Temples  of  the  living  God, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghcft  \ 

H  Y  M  N    CCI.    C.  M. 
Parting. 

1  "O  LEST  be  the  dear  uniting  lovea 
A3   That  will  not  let  us  part  ! 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 

We  ftill  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Join'd  in  one  fpirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go; 

And  ftill  in  JeiVs  footfteps  tread3 

Alid  fliew  his  praife  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  befide, 
Nothing  defire,  nothing  efteem* 
But  jefus  crucify 'd  1 


:q6  For  Persons  Joined  in  FtLLOWsSlP. 

4  Clofer  arid  cloYer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  bclov'd  embrace  ; 

Expect  his  fujnefs  to  receive, 

And  grace  to  anfwer  gn 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  _  .  time,  nor  place3 

Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

6  But  let  cs  harten  to  the  d 

Which  mall  our  flelh  reftore  ; 
When  death  (hall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N     CCII.     Trump*. 

i     TESUS,  accept  the  praife 
^J    That  to  thy  name  belongs  ; 
Matter  of  all  cur  praife, 

S object  of  all  our  fongs : 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  nam:. 

2  In  flelh  we  part  a  while, 

But  itill  infpirit  join'd, 
T'  embrace  the  happy  toil, 

Thou  halt  to  each  afllgn'd  : 
And  while  we  do  thy  bleffe  i  will, 
We  bear  our  heav 'n  about  us  fall. 

3  O   let  us  thus  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleafant  ways, 
And,  arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  th'  appointed  race  ! 
Keep  us  and  ev'ry  feeking  foul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heaVnly  goal. 


For  Pe R so n s  joined  in  FeL lo w s :: : ? .    197 

4  There  we  (hall  meet  again, 

ta  all  our  toiis  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 
And  parting  arc  no  more. 
*  We  (hall  with  all  our  brethren  rife, 
id  grafp  thee  in  the  flaming  ikies. 

5  0  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thv  exiles  home  ! 
The  heav'ns  {hail  pafs  away  ; 

The  earth  receive  its  deem  : 
Earth  we  fh all  view  and  heav'n  deiTrrr 
.  the   i  - 

6  Then  let  us  wait  the  fbi 

>  relea  e, 
our  "to  be  found 
Qi  him  in  fpotlefs  peace; 
In  perfeel  holinefs  renew'd, 
Adorn'd  with  Child,  and  meet  f:r  GoA, 

H  Y  M  N     GCJII.    c.  :.:. 

.  ting  for  tht  Spirit  if  Adoption. 

1  A    LI,  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

jver^ceaftng  praife*, 
>e  angels  live  ta  know  thv  name, 
Or  nieo  to  Seel  thy  grace. 

2  Y%  r»y  heart  ef  mine, 

Jefus,  to  thee  I  dee  ! 

to  :hy  grace  my  foul  refign, 

d  by  thee, 


i93  BIRTH-DAY. 

3  Give  me  ro  Hde  my  blufning  face, 

While  r!\  appears  ; 

Diffolve  my  heart  in  li.ankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  t  yes  to  tears. 

4  0  may  the  uncorrap^ed  feed 

Abide  and  reign  within  ; 
And  thy  life-  jiving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  foul  to  iin  : 

$  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne  ; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ! 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  fhed  thy  promis'd  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comfort  ftrong ; 
Then  (hall  I  fay,  «  My  Father,  God 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


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EIRTH-DAY. 

H  Y  M  N    CCIV.     ReJumBim, 

1        ^^  CD  of  my  life,  to  thee 

vJ     My  fcheerful  foul  1  raife; 
Thy  goodnefs  bade  me  be, 
And  ftili  prolongs  my  days; 
I  fee  my  natal   hour  return, 

blefs  the  day  that  I  was  born. 


B  I  R  T  H  -DAY. 

2  A  clod  of  living  earth, 

I  glorify  thy  name, 
prom  whom  alone  my  birth, 

And  all  my  blefljngs  came  ; 
Creating  and  preferving  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praife. 

3  Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

r]  o  thee  O  let  me  live  ; 
To  thee  my  ev'ry  breath 

In  thanks  and  praifes  give  ! 
Whate'er  I  have,  whatever  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

4  My  foul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  mall  be  ; 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 

I  cenfecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  thine  image  now  reilore, 
And  I  {hall  praife  thee  evermore. 

5  I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 

As  angels  do  in  heav'n  : 
In  Chrift  a  creature  new, 

Eternally  fbrgiv'n  : 
I  wait  thv  perfect  will  to  prove, 
All  fcm&ify'd  by  finlefs  love. 

6  Then  when  the  work  is  dene, 

'I  lie  work  of  faith  with  pow'r, 
Receive  thy  favbur'd  fon 

In  death's  triumphant  hour; 
Like  Mofes  to  thy  it  If  convey, 
rind  kifs  my  raptar'd  foul  away  ! 


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200  BIRTH-DAY. 

HYMN    CCV.  *  BuihL 

i  A    WAY  with  our  fears, 

±\.   The  glad  morning  appears, 
When  an  heir  of  falvation  was  horn  ! 
From  Jehovah  1  came, 
For  his  glory  I  am, 
And  to  him  I  with  tinging  return. 

£       Thee,  Jefus,  alone, 
The  fountain  I  o;\n 
Of  my  life  and  felicity  here; 
And  cheerfully  fing 
My  Redeemer  and  King, 
Till  his  %ns  in  the  heaven?  appear, 

jj       With  thanks  I  rejoice 

Li  thy  fatherly  choice 
Cf  my  Hate  and  condition  below; 

If  pf  parents  I  came 

Who  honor. r'd  thy  name, 
'Tu-as  thy  wifdom  appointed  it  fo, 

4       I  fing  of  thy  grace, 

From  my  earlieit  days, 
Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend; 

Hitherto  thou  haft  been 

My  preferver  from  fin, 
And  I  truft  thou  wiit  fave  to  the  end. 

c       O  the  infinite  cares 

And  temptations  and  fnares, 

Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through  ! 
O  the  bielling  bcitow'd 
By  a  bountiful  God, 

And  the  mercies  eternally  new! 


MB 
BIRTH-DAY.  aoi* 

6  What  a  mercy  is  this, 
What  a  heaven  of  blifs, 

How  cnfpeakably  happy  am  I! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

W7ith  thy  people  enroll  "d, 
WTith  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die  * 

7  O  the  goodnefs  of  God, 
In  employing  a  clod 

His  tribute  of  glory  to  raife  ! 

His  ftandard  to  bear, 

And  with  triumph  declare 
His  unfpeakable  riches  of  grace ! 
$       O  the  fathomlefs  love, 

That  has  deign'd  to  approve, 
And  profper  the  work  of  my  hands  I 

With  my  paftoral  crook 

I  went  over  the  brook, 
And  behold  !  I  am  fpread  into  bands. 
<9       Who,  I  afk  in  amaze, 

Has  begotten  me  thefe  ! 
And  inquire,  from  what  quarter  they  came  ? 

My  full  heart  it  replies, 

They  are  born  from  trie  feies, 
And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 
IO    All  honour  and  praife 

To  the  Father  of  grace, 
To  the  Spirit,  and  Son,  I  return; 

The  bufinefs  purfuc 

He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born, 
xi     In  a  rapture  of  joy 

My  life  I  employ, 
The  God  of  my  lite  to  proclaim  : 


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BACKSLIDER. 


'Tis  worth  living  for  tills, 
To  adminiiter  blifs 
And  falvation  in  Jefus's  name. 

12    :*My  remnant  of  days 

I  fpend  in  his  praife, 
Who  dy'd  the  whole  world  to  redeem  ; 

Be  they  many  or  few, 

My  days  are  his  due. 
And  they  all-are  devoted  to  him  ! 

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BACKSLIDER.    . 

HYMN     CCVL     £«,//£. 

PART    THE     FIRST. 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treafures  above! 
Tongue  cannot  exprefs 
The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  foul  in  its  earlieft  love! 

?.       That  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 
I  rim  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 
•  ;n  my  heart  it  believed, 
it  a  joy  I  received, 
:it  a  heaven  in  Jefus's  name  ! 
3       Twas  an  heaven  below 
[pur  to  know  ;  /' 
The  angels  "could  do  nothing  i 
Than  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  finncrs  ad 


BACKSLIDER.  203 

JefuS  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  ray  fong ; 
O  that  all  his  falvation  might  fee  ! 

Pic  hath  lov'd  me  I  cry'd, 

He  hath  fuffer'd  and  dy'd, 
To  redeem  fuch  a  rebel  as  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carry 'd  above 
All  fin,  and  temptation,  and  pain ; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve, 
That  I  ever  mould  fuffer  again. 

I  rode  on  the  fky, 

Freely  juftify'd  I, 
Nor  envy'cl  Elijah  his  feat  : 

My  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 
Of  my  Saviour  poifefs'd, 

1  was  perfectly  bleft, 

As  it  fill'd.  with  the  fulnefs  of  God. 

H   Y  M  N     CCVII.     Buihb. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

AH  !  where  am  I  now  ? 
WThen  was  it  or  how 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ? 
I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
I  aai  rlnpt  of  my  All, 
I  am  banifu'd  from  Jefus's  face. 
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2o4  BACKSLIDER. 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 

So  infenfibly  ftarting  afide, 
When  the  tempter  came  in 
With  his  own  fubtle  fin, 

And  infecled  my  fpifit  with  pride. 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  foon, 
That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 

Swiftly  vaniming  out  of  my  fight ; 

My  triumph  and  boaft 

On  a  fudden  were  loft, 
And  my  day  it  wa"s  turn'd  into  night.' 

4  Only  pride  could  deftroy 
That  innocent  joy, 

And  make  my  Redeemer  depart : 
But  whate'er  was  the  caufe, 
I  lament  the  fad  lots, 

For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart. 

5  Ah  1  wretch  that  I  am  ! 
I  can  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  tormented  within  : 

iMy  Saviour  is  gone, 

And  has  left  me  alone 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  fin. 

6  Nothing  now  can  relieve, 
Without  comfort  I  grieve, 

I  have  loft  all  my  peace  and  my  pow'r ; 
No  accefs  do  I  rind 
To  the  Friend  of  mankind  : 

I  can  afk  for  his  mercy  no  more. 

7  Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

(While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  fee) 


BACKSLIDER.  iq: 

Only  Adam  could  tell 
On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  uas  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me. 

Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  wander  abroad, 
Thro'  a  defert  of  forrows  I  rove ; 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  Eden  of  Jefus's  love  ! 

I  never  (hall  rife 

To  my  firft  paradife, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  fee  : 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope 

That  at  laft  he  will  ftoop, 
And  liis  pity  (hall  bring  him  to  me. 

HYMN     CCVIII.      Funeral 

HOW  (hall  a  loft  fmner  in  pain, 
Recover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 
What  hope  of  a  fecond  releafe  ? 
Will  mercy  itfelf  be  fo  kind 

To  fpare  fuch  a  rebel  as  me  ? 
And  O  !  can  I  poffibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  I 

O  Jefus,  of  thee  I  require, 

If  Hill  thou  art  able  to  fave, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  ranfom  my  foul  from  the  grave  : 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  reftore, 

And  (hew  me  the  life-giving  blood, 
And  pardon  a  finner  once  more, 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 


206  BACKSLIDER. 

3  O  Jefus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  loft  foul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole  : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

(Thou  feeft  the  fore  anguifh  I  feel) 
Save,    Lord,   or  I  perifh,  I  die, 

O  fave  or  I  fink  into  hell ! 

4  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  (hew ; 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 

The  pow'r  of  thy  paflion  below. 
By  all  thou  haft  done  for  my  fake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore  ; 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me  and  make 

The  finner  a  finner  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N     CCIX.     iilthPfalm. 

For  the  Morning* 

i  T  XT  HERE  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope, 
V  V     The  dear  defire  of  nations,  where  ? 
Jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up, 

To  thee  directs  her  morning  prayer; 
And  fprcads  her  arms  of  faith  abroad, 
T'  embrace  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  God  ! 

2  Mine  eyes  prevent  the  morning  ray, 
Looking  and  longing  for  thy  word ; 
Come,  O  my  Jefus,  come  away, 

And  let  my  heart  receive  its  Lord  ; 
Which  pants  and  itruggles  to  be  free, 
And  breaks  to  be  detain'd  from  thee. 


I 

A  PARENT'S  PRAYER.  207 

3  Appear  in  me,  bright  Morning-Star, 

And  fcatter  all  the  fhades  of  night ! 
I  fa\v  thee  once,  and  came  from  far, 

But  quickly  loft  thy  tranfient  light ! 
And  now  again  in  darknefs  pine, 
Till  thou  throughout  my  nature  fhinc. 

4  In  patient  hope  I  now  take  heed 

To  the  fure  word  of  promis'd  grace, 
Whofe  rays  a  feeble  Iuftre  fhed, 

Faint. glimmering  thro'  the  darkfome  place] 
Till  thou  thy  glorious  light  impart, 
And  rife  the  Day-Star  in  my  heart. 

5  Come,  Lord,  be  manifefted  here, 

And  all  the  devil's  works  deftroy ; 
Now  without  fin  in  me  appear, 

And  fill  with  everlafting  joy  : 
Thy  beatific  face  difplav, 
Thy  prefence  is  the  perfecl  day. 

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A    PARENT'S    PRAYER. 

HYMN    CCX.    C.  M 

1  /^  OD  only  wife,  almighty,  good, 
VJT  Send  forth  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  point  us  out  the  narrow  road, 

And  guide  our  fteps  aright : 

2  To  fteer  our  dang'rous  courfe  between 

The  rocks  on  either  hand  : 
And  fix  us  in  the  golden  mean, 
And  bring  our  charge  to  land. 


so8  NATIVITY. 

3  Made  apt  by  thy  fufficient  grace 

To  teach  as  taught  by  thee, 
We  come  to  train  in  all  thy  ways, 
Our  riling  progeny. 

4  Their  felfilh  will  in  time  fubdue, 

And  mortify  their  pride; 
And  lend  their  youth  a  facred  clew 
To  find  the  Crucify'd  ! 

5  We  would  in  ev'ry  ftep  look  up, 

By  thy  example  taught, 
T'  alarm  their  fear,  excite  their  hope, 
And  rectify  their  thought. 

6  We  would  pcrfuade  their  heart  t'  obey, 

With  mildeft  zeal  proceed  ; 
And  never  take  theharfher  way, 
When  love  will  do  the  deed. 
1   For  this  we  a(k,  in  faith  fincere, 
^      The  wifdom  from  above, 

To  touch  their  hearts  with  filial  fear, 
*     And  pure,  ingenuous  love  : 

0  To  watch  their  will  to  fenfe  inclin'd, 

With-hold  the  hurtful  food; 
And  gently  bend  their  tender  mind, 
And  draw  their  fouls  to  God. 

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NATIVITY. 
HYMN    CCXI.     Buihh. 

1  A    LL  hail  !  happy  day, 
Zjl  When  enrob'd  in  our  clay, 

The  Redeemer  appear'd  upon  earth: 


NATIVITY.  209 

How  can  we  refrain 

For  to  join  the  glad  ftrain, 
And  to  bail  our  Immanuel's  birth  ? 

How  boundlefs  that  love, 

Firft  begotten  above, 
And  through  Jefus  to  finners  made  known! 

Lift,  lift  up  the  voice 

And  exulting  rejoice, 
For  Jehovah  to  earth  is  come  down. 

Ye  angels  of  God, 

Sound  his  praifes  abroad, 
And  acknowledge  him  J  AH,  the  I  AM :    ' 

We  alfo  will  join 

In  a  hymn  fo  divine, 
Giving  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

To  Chrift  we  will  fing, 

As  our  High-Priefi:  and  Kinor, 
And  our  Prophet  to  teach  us  the  road  : 

But  more  than  all  this, 

For  almighty  he  is, 
And  we  own  him  our  crucify'd  God. 
'  To  Je-fus's  praife 

Let  us  fpend  all  our  days, 
For  'tis  he  our  furety  hath  flood  : 

He  fojourned  below, 

That  his  mercy  might  flow, 
And  he  purchas'd  our  pardon  with  blood, 

O  may  the  return 

Of  this  once  bleffed  morn, 
Be  for  ever  remember'd  with  joy  ! 

Sweet  accents  of  praife 

All  cur  voices  mall  raife, 
Hallelujahs  mall  be  cur  employ  t 


2io  NATIVITY. 

7       Let  echo  prolong 

The  harmonious  fong, 
Hallelujahs  again  and  again  : 
He  kindles  the  fire, 
Whom  the  nations  defire, 
And  to  him  we  devote  the  glad  {train, 

•  $       Bleft  Jefus,  while  we 
Pay  our  tribute  to  thee, 

Let  us  worihip,  admire,  and  adore  : 
Accept  as  thy  crown, 
What  before  was  thy  own, 

Hallelujahs  and  praife  evermore. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXII.     Salijbnry. 

i    T  T  ARK !    the  herald-angels  fmg, 
JL~X  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 
"Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
*'  God  and  finners  reconcil'd." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  flues, 
With  th'  angelic  hoft  proclaim, 
"  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem.'* 

2  Chrift,  by  higheft  heav'n  ador'd, 
Chrift  the  everlaiting  Lord; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
Veil'd  in  flefh,  the  Godhead  fee, 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity! 
Fleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
jefus  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace^ 
Hail,  the  Sun;  of  Righteoufnefs! 


NEW-YEAR's  DAY.  211 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings; 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die: 
Born  to  raife  the  fons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 

4  Come,  defirc  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  : 
Rife,  the  woman's  conqu'ring  feed, 
Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head  : 
Adam's  likenefs  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place  ; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinitate  us  in  thy  love. 

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HYMN     CCXIII.    Lenox. 

1  ^HE  Lord  of  earth  and  fky, 

X     The  God  of  ages  praife, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days  ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  withe r'd  trees, 

We  cumber'd  long  the  ground, 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

On  our  dead  fouls. was  found; 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another  and  another  year. 


212  NEW.YEAR's  DAY. 

3  When  juftice  bar'd  the  fword 

To  cut  the  fig  tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 

Cry'd  let  it  (till  alone ! 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear. 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

4  Jefu,  thy  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtaia'd  the  grace, 
Wrho  therefore  hath  beflow'd 

On  us  a  longer  fpacc  : 
Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo,  we  fee  another  year! 

£       Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praife  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 

HYMN    CCXIV.     Cornijh. 

i    QING  to  the  gr°at  Jehovah's  praife  \ 
O     All  praife  to  him  belongs ; 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choiceft  fongs, 
Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year  : 
We  all  with  vows,  and  anthems  new 

Before  our  God  appear. 

2  Father,  thy  mercies  paft  we  own, 
Thy  {till  continu'd  care  ; 
To  thee  presenting,  thro'  thy  Son, 
Whate'er  we  have,  or  are  : 


GOOD.FRIDAY.  2*9 

Our  lips  and  lives  fhall  gladly  mew 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jefu's  fteps  we  go 

To  feek  thy  face  above. 

3  Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  fhall  be, 
And  all  our  confec rated  pow'rs 

A  facrifice  to  Thee, 
Till  Jefus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  faints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year, 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 

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GOOD-FRIDAY. 
HYMN    CCXV.    C.  M. 

1  A    LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
JLJL     And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 

For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  W7as  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groan  d  upon  the  tree  r* 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Weil  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  (hut  his  glories  in ; 
When  Chriil  the  mighty  Maker  dy"d 
For  man  the  creature's  fin ! 


2i4  PRAYER  for  FAITH. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears ; 

DirTolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

c  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfclf  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN    CCXVI.    C.  M. 
A  Prayer  for  Faith. 
i   T^ATHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
JL    No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  mall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thy  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labour  to  fecure 
My  foul  from  endlefs  death  ! 

3  O  Jefu,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  fhould  feel  thy  power; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  wouldft  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary  longing  eyes ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift ; 
My  foul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canft  not  let  me  die  ; 

O  fpeak,  and  I  (hall  live  ! 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  He; 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 


SINCERE  PRAISE.  21 

6  The  worft  of  finners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  fee  thy  face  ; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  thy  pard'ning  grace  ! 

HYMN    CCXVII.    S.  M. 

Sincere  Praife. 

i     A   LMIGHTY  Maker  God, 
jljl     How  glorious  is  thy  name  I 
Thy  wonders  how  diffus'd  abroad 
Throughout  creation's  frame ! 

2  In  native  white  and  red, 

The  rofe  and  lily  ftand, 
And  free  from  pride  their  beauties  fpreadj 
To  fhew  thy  ikilful  hand. 

3  The  lark  mounts  up  the  fky 

With  unambitious  fong, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high, 
Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 

4  Fain  would  I  rife  and  fing 

To  my  Creator  too ; 
Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King* 
And  give  him  praifes  due. 

5  But  pride,  that  bufy  fin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform  ; 
Curs'd  pride  that  creeps  fecurely  in, 
And  fwells  a  haughty  worm. 

6  Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign, 
Part  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 
Or  think  the  merit  mine. 
T 


2t6  SINCERE  PRAISE. 

1  Create  my  fcul  anew, 

Elfe  all  my  worfhip's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  prove  true 

Till  it  be  form'd  again. 
8  Defcend,  celeftial  fire, 

And  feize  me  from  above  ! 
Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  defire, 

A  facrifice  of  love. 

g  Let  joy  and  worfhip  fpend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  ro  my  God  my  foul  afcend 
In  fweet  perfumes  of  praife. 

HYMN    CCXVIII.    fetiis. 

i  "V7"E  heavens,  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace, 
JL     Let  earth  make  a  noife  and  echo  his 
praife ; 
Our  all-loving  Saviour  hath  pacify'd  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  blood. 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales,  in  praifes  abound, 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales,  continue  the  found  ; 
Break  forth  into  finging,  ye  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  Jefus's  bringing  loft  finners  to  God. 

3  Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 

The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done, 
Shout  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus's  love. 

4  His  mercy  hath  brought  falvation  to  all, 
Who  take  it  unbought  he  frees  them  from 

thrall, 
Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  difplays, 
And  perfects  for  ever  the  veflels  of  grace. 


INCONSTANCY,  &c.  217 

HYMN    CCXIX.    L,  M. 
Inconjtancy. 

1  T    ORD  Jefu,  when,  when  ihali  it  be, 

I  j  That  I  no  more  mail  break  with  thee? 
When  will  this  war  of  paflions  ceafe, 
And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  f 

2  Here  I  repent  and  iin  ag?-in ; 
No.v  I  revive,  and  now  am  flain  ; 
Slain  with  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which  Oh !  too  often  woands  my  heart. 

3  O  Saviour!  v  hen,  when  (hall  I  be 
A  garden  feal'd,  to  all  but  thee  ? 

No  more  expos'd,  no  more  uidonej 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ? 

4  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  courfe, 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  {weet  force  ; 
Still  make  me  walk,  ftili  make  me  tend, 

By  tke  my  way,  io  th^t  my  end. 

HYMN    CCXX.    S.  M. 

A  Morning  Hymn, 
E  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 


■w 


O  Day-ftar  from  on  high ! 
The  fun  itfelf  is  but  thy  (hade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  Iky. 

O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  iin  difperfe, 
The  mifts  of  error,  and  of  vice* 

Which  (hade  the  univerfe ! 


2i8  EVENING  HYMN. 

3  How  beauteous  .nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  fad  before ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleafing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  gloomy  crime 

Pollute  the  riling  day, 
Or  Jefu's  blood,  like  ev'ning  dew, 
Walh  all  the  ftains  away. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  mourn  for  errors  palt, 
And  live  this  fhort  revolving  dayj 
As  if  it  were  our  laft. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  one  in  three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  {hall  for  ever  be. 

HYMN    CCXXI.    C.  M, 

An  Evening  Hymn. 

3      A    LL  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifsj 
jt\.     Who  made  both  day  and  night ; 
Whofe  throne  is  darknefs  in  the  abyfs 
Of  uncreated  light. 

2  Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 

With  ilii&eit  fearch  furvey; 
The  deepeft  fliades  no  more  difgnSe 
Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 

3  Whom  thou  dolt  guard,  O  King  of  kirtgSj 

No  evil  (hall  moled  : 
Under  the  (hadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  fecurcly  rcit. 


SACRAMENTAL.  219 

4  Thv  angels  fhall  around  thejr  beds 

Their  confcant  ftations  keep: 
Thy  faith  and  truth  (hall  fhield  their  heads, 
For  thou  doft  never  deep. 

5  Mav  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 

And  heavenly  thoughts  refreih'd, 
Cur  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofe, 
And  blefs  thee,  ever-blefs'd. 

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hymn  ccxxii.  jr^. 

j   TN  that  fad  memorable  night, 
JL  When  Jefus  was  for  us  betray 'd, 
He  left  his  death-recording  rite, 

He  took  and  blefs'd,  and  brake  the  bread, 
And  gave  his  own  their  laft  bequeft, 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  exprefs'd  : 

2  Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body  given, 

To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  you, 
Pardon  and  holinefs  and  heaven  ; 

Do  this,  my  dying  love  to  mew, 
Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me. 

3  He  took  into  his  hands  the  cap, 

To  crown  the  facramental  feaft, 
And  full  of  kind  concern  look'd  up, 

And  gave  what  he  to  them  had  bleft; 
And  drink  ye  all  of  this,  he  faid, 
In  folemn  mem'ry  of  the  dead. 
T3 


-zzo  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  This  is  my  blood  which  feals  the  new 
Eternal  covenant  of  my  grace, 
My  blood  fo  freely  fried  for  you, 
For  you  and  all  the  finful  race  : 

forgiven, 
:aven. 


rur  yuu  auu  a.u  uic  niuui  rat 
My  blood  that  fpeaks  your  fins 
And  julliries  your  claim  to  heav 


H  Y  M  N    CCXXIII.    S.  M. 

T    ET  all  who  truly  bear 

JLj     The  bleeding  Saviour's  name, 
Their  faithful  hearts  with  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  Pafchal  Lamb. 

Our  paiibver  was  flain 

At  Salem's  hallow'd  place, 
Yet  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largeft  grace. 

This  cuchariuic  feaft 
Our  every  want  fupplies, 

ill  we  by  his  death  arc  blcft, 
■hare  his  facrifice  : 
h  his  flefh  we  cat, 
o  here  his  paflion  fhew, 
■  od  cut  of  his  holy  feat 
II  his  gifts  beftow. 

our  faith  employ 
gs  to  record, 
Ev-'n  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 
Communion  vi:h*our  Lord; 
As  though  we  ev'ry  one 
Beneath  his  crofs  had  flood, 
And  (zti\  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 
And  felt  his  guihing  blood,  _ 


SACRAMENTAL.  221 

4       O  God  !  'tis  finim'd  now  ! 
Tile  mortal  pang  is  pari  ! 
By  faith  his  head  we  fee  him  bow, 
•     And  hear  him  breathe  his  lad  ! 
We  too  with  him  are  dead, 
And  fnall  with  him  arife, 
T  he  crofs  on  which  he  bows  bis  head, 
Shall  lift  us  to  the  Ikies, 

H  Y  M  N     CCXXIV,    Hamilton's, 

1  T>  OCK  of  Ifrael,  cleft  for  me, 
i\     For  us,  for  all  mankind, 
See,  thy  feebleft  followers  fee, 

Who  call  thy  death  to  mind  : 
Sion  is  the  very  land; 

Us  beneath  thy  (hade  receive, 
Grant  us  in  the  cleft  to  Hand,- 

And  by  thy  dying  live. 

2  In  this  howling  wildernefs, 

On  Calvary's  fteep  top, 
Made  a  curfe,  our  fouls  to  blcfs, 

Thou  once  waft  lifted  up ; 
Stricken,  there  by  Mofes'  rod, 

Wounded  by  a  deadly  blow, 
Guming  ftreams  of  life  o'erflow'd 

The  thirfty  world  below. 

3  Rivers  of  falvation  Hill 

Along  the  defer t  roll, 
Pavers  to  refrelh  and  heal 
The  fainting,  finking  foul; 


222  SACRAMENTAL. 

Still  the  fountain  of  thy  blood 
Stands  for  iinners  open'd  wide, 

Now,  e'en  now,  my  Lord,  and  God, 
I  wafh  me  in  thy  iide. 

4  Now,  e'en  now  we  all  plunge  in, 

And  drink- the  purple  wave  ; 
This  is  the  antedote  of  fin, 

''lis  this  our  fouls  fhall  fave  : 
With  the  life  of  jefus  fed, 

Lo  !  from  ilrength  to  itrength  we  rife, 
Fcllow'd  by  our  Rock,  and  led 

To  meet  him  in  the  fides. 

HYMN    CCXXV.  L.  M. 

i      A    UTHOR  of  our  falvation,  thee 

jl\.   With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praife, 
Author  of  this  great  myftery, 

Figure  and  means  of  faying  grace. 

2  The  facred  true  effectual  fign, 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  fhews, 
The  glorious  inftrument  divine 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  ilrength  beftows. 

3  We  fee  the  blood  that  feals  our  peace, 

Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive  : 
The  bread  doth  vifibly  exprefs 

The  ftrcngth  through  which  our  fpirits  live. 

4  Our  fpirits  drink  a  frefh  fupply, 

And  eat  the  bread  {o  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagles'  wings  we  fly, 

And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven. 


SACRAMENTAL.  223 

HYMN    CCXXVI.    C.   M. 

1  /"~\   THOU,  who  this  myftcrious  bread 
V_/      Didft  in  Emmaus  break, 
Return  herewith  cur  fouls  to  feed, 

And  to  thy  followers  fpeak. 

2  Unfeal  the  volume  of  thy  grace, 

Apply  the  gofpel-word, 
Open  our  eyes  to  fee  thy  face, 
Cur  hearts  to  know  thee,  Lord. 

3  Of  thee  we  commune  ftill,  and  mourn 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove, 
Talk  with  us,  and  our  hearts  (hall  burn, 
With  flames  of  fervent  love. 

4  Inkindle  now  the  heavenly  zeal, 

And  make  thy  mercy  known, 
And  give  our  pardon'd  fouls  to  feel 
That  God  and  love  are  one. 

HYMN    CCXXVII.    C.  M. 

1  TESUS,  at  whofe  fupreme  command 
J      We  thus  approach  to  God, 
Eefore  us  in  thy  vefture  ftand, 

Thy  vefture  dipt  in  blood. 

2  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 

W7e  break  the  hallow'd  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  truft  on  thee  to  feed. 

3  Now,  Saviour,  now  thyfclf  reveal. 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  the  facramental  feal, 
And  ftamp  us  for  thine  own. 


*z+  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 
O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  fpirit  move, 
And  fenfibly  believe. 

£  The  cup  of  bleffing  bleft  by  thee, 
Let  it  thy  blood  impart ; 
The  bread  thy  myftic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

6  The  grace  which  fure  falvation  brings, 
Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 
Satiate  the  hungry  with  good  things, 
The  hidden  manna  give. 

HYMN     CCXXVIII.     Pljmntb. 

i  ~\x  T^o  *s  ^'is tnat  c°mes  fr°m  ^ar> 

V  V       Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  blood  ? 
Strong  triumphant  traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  ? 

2  ft  I  that  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 

"  Son  cf  God  and  man  I  am, 
"  Mighty  to  redeem  your  race  : 
«  Jefus  is  your  Saviour's  name." 

3  Wheref  re  are  thy  garments  red, 

Dy'd  as  in  a  c  rim  fen  fea  ? 
They  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread, 
Are  not  ltain'd  fo  much  as  thee. 

4  "  I  the  Father's  fa v 'rite  Son, 

('   Have  the  v. lawful  wine-prefs  trod, 
"  Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
«  All  the  5erceft  v.  rath  cf  God." 


SACRAMENTAL.  225 

HYMN     CCXXIX.    Plymouth. 

1  TESU,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 

I    Magnify  thy  dying  word, 
In  thine  ordinance  appear, 
Come  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 

2  In  the  rite  thou  haft  enjoin'd, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find, 
Drink  thy  blood  for  finners  Ihed, 
Taile  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 

3  Thou  our  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pard'ning  grace  declare, 
Thou  that  hall:  for  finne'rs  dy'd, 
Shew  thyfelf  the  crucify'd ! 

4  All  the  pow'r  of  fin  remove, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love, 
Stamp  us  with  the  ftamp  divine, 
Seal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 

HYMN    CCXXX.    S.  M. 

1  TESU,  we  thus  obey 

J    Thy  laft  and  kindeft  word, 
.here  in  thine  own  appointed  way 
We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  The  way  thou  haft  enjoin'd 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear  : 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  fpecial  prefence  here. 

3  Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 

To  pardon'd  finners  give, 
The  fulnefs  of  our  God  made  man 
We  here  with  Chrift  receive. 


it6  Exhorting  ard  Beseeching,  &c. 

EXHORTING  and  BESEECHING  to 
RETURN  to  GOD. 

HYMN    CCXXXI.      Tallis. 

i  f~\  ALL  that  pafs  by,  to  Jefus  draw  near, 
\^J  He  utters  a  cry,  ye  finners,  give  ear ! 
From  hell  to  retrieve  you  he  fpreads  out  his 

hands : 
Now,  now  to  receive  you  he  gracioufly 

flands : 

2  If  any  man  third  and  happy  would  be, 
The  vileft  and  worft  may  come  unto  me  ; 
May  drink  of  my  fpirit  (excepted  is  none) 
Lay  claim  to  my  merit,  and  take  for  his 

own. 

3  Whoever  receives  the  life-giving  word, 
Jn  Jefus  believes,  his  God  and  his  Lord, 
In  hirrf  a  pure  river  of  life  lhall  arife, 
Shall  in  the  believer  fpring  up  to  the  fkies* 

4  My  God,  and  my  Lord !  thy  call  I  obey  ; 
My  foul  on  thy  word  of  promife  I  flay : 
Thy  kind  invitation  I  gladly  embrace, 
Athirft  for  falvation,  falvation  by  grace. 

5  O  haften  the  hour  !  fend  down  from  above 
The  fpirit  of  power,  of  health,  and  of  love; 
Of  filial  fear,  of  knowledge  and  grace  ; 

Of  wificMii,  of  prayer,  of  joy,  and  of  praife: 


I 

Exhorting  and  Beseeching,  &c.  227 

6  The  fpirit  of  faith,  of  faith  in  thy  blood, 
Which  faves  us  from  wrath,  and  brings  us  to 

God; 
Removes  the  huge  mountain  of  indwelling  fin, 
And  opens  a  fountain  that  waflies  us  dean. 

HYMN    CCXXXII.  fallis, 

1  rTH  H  Y  faithfulnefs,  Lord,  each  moment 
JL  we  find, 

So  true  to  thy  word,  fo  loving  and  kind  ! 
Thy  mercy  fo  tender  to  all  the  loft  race, 
The  fouleft  offender  may  turn  and  find  grace, 

2  The  mercy  I  feel,  to  others  I  (hew  : 
I  fet  to  my  feal  that  Jefus  is  true  : 
Ye  all  may  find  favour,  who  come  at  his  call  y 
O  come  to  my  Saviour  :  his  grace  is  for  all. 

3  To.fave  what  was  loft  from  heaven  he  came  : 
Come,  finners,  and  truft  in  Jefus's  name  ! 
He  offers  you  pardon,  he  bids  you  be  free  ! 
If  fin  be  your  burden,  O  come  unto  me  ! 

4  O  let  me  commend  my  Saviour  to  you, 
The  publican's  friend,  and  advocate  too  : 
For  you  he  is  pleading  his  merits  and  death3 
'With  God  interceding  for  finners  beneath, 

5  Then  let  us  fubmit  his  grace  to  receive, 
Fall  down  at  his  feet,  and  gladly  believe  j 
W  e  are  all  forgiven  for  jefus's  fake : 
Our  title  to  heaven  bis  merit  we  make. 

U 


228       Pleasantness  of  Religion, 
Defcribing  the  Pleafantnefs  of  Religion, 

H  Y  M  N    CCXXXIII.    Triumph. 
EJOICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 


in 


Ln  Jefus's  pow'r,  in  Jefus's  love  : 
P  With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim, 
ATcribing  falvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb  1 

2  Thou,  Lord*  our  relief  in  trouble  haft  been  f 
Haft  fav'dus  from  grief,  haftfav'd  us  from  fin: 
The  power  of  thy  Spirit  Kathfet  our  hearts  free, 
And  now  we  inherit  all  fulnefs  in  thee. 

3  All  fulnefs  of  peace,  all  fulnefs  of  jrvy, 
And  fpiritual  blifs  that  never  fhali  cloy,. 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jefus  to  know 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join,  while  ilnners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  fwine  their  brutifh  delight; 
Their  joy  is  all  fadnefs,  their  mirth  is  allvakj> 
Their  laughteris  madiiefs,theirpleafure.  is  pain, 

5  O  might  they  at  Iaft  with  forrow  return 
The  pleafures  to  tafte  forwhich  they  were  born : 
Our  Jefus  receiving,  our  happinefs -prove, 
The  joy  of  believing,  the  heaven  of  love. 

HYMN     CCXXXIV.      Dedication. 

i   "\  X  7EARY  fouls  that  wander  wide 
V  V     From  the  central  point  of  blifs, 
Turn  to  Jefus  crucify 'd, 

Fly  to  thofe  dear  wounds  of  his ; 
Sink  into  the  purple  flood  ; 
Rife  into  the  life  of  God  ! 


DESCRIBING  JUDGMENT.     229 

2  Find  in  Chrift  the  way  of  peace, 

Peace   unfpeakable,  unknown  ; 
By  his  pain  he  gives  you  eafe, 

Life  by  his  expiring  groan ; 
Rife  exalted  by  his  fall, 
Find  in  Chriil  your  all  in  all. 

3  O  believe  the  record  true, 

God  to  you  his  fon  hath  given! 
f    Ye  may  now  be  happy  too  ; 

Find  on  earth  the  life  of  heaven : 
Live  the  life  of  heaven  above, 
All  the  life  of  glorious  love. 

4  This   tire  univerfal  blifs, 

Blifs  for  every  foul  defign'd  : ' 
God's  original  promife  this, 

God's  great  gift  to  all  mankind  : 
Bleft  in  Chrift  this  moment  be  ! 
Eleft  to  all  eternity  J 

HYMN    CCXXXV;    Kingwooi. 

D-fcribing  of  Judgment. 

i    QTAND  th'  omnipotent  decreet 
O   Jehovah's  will  be  done  ! 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  fee, 

And  hear  her  final  groan  : 
Let  this  earth  diflblve,  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  juft, 
Let  thofe  pcnd'rous  orbs  defcend, 

And  grind  us  into  cluft 
2  Refls  fecure  the  righteous  man  : 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rife  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck. 


230         DESCRIBING  HEAVEN. 

Lo!   the  heavenly  Spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  fun'ral  pyre, 

Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 
And  elaps  his  wings  of  fire  ! 

3  Nothing  hath  the  juft  to  lofe 

By  worlds  on  worlds  deftroy'd, 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views 

With  fmiles  the  flaming  void ; 
Sees  this  univerfe  renew'd, 

The  grand  millennial  year  begun  ; 
Shouts  with  all  the  fonsof  God 

Around  th'  eternal  throne  ! 

4  Refting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  laft  reftor'd, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague  or  fword. 
Lift'ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  lateft  trumpet  of  the  feven  ; 
Soon  our  foul  and  dull  (hall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXXVI.     Funeral. 
Defcribing    of  Heaven. 

i   T  LONG  to  behold  him  array'd 
X    With  glory  and  light  from  above, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplay'd, 

His  beauty  cf  holieft  love  : 
I  languifh  and  figh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jefus  has  fixt  his  abode  : 
O  when  fnall  we  meet  in  the  air, 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ? 
2  With  him  I  on  Sion  mail  ftand 
(For  Jefus  hathfpoken  the  word] 


PRAYING  for  a  BLESSING.      231 

The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord: 
But  when  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd, 

Thy  face  I  am  ftrengther/d  to  fee, 
3VI)  fulnefs  of  rapture  I  and, 

My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 
3  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  or  forrow  fhail  prove  : 
Phyfician  of  fouls,  unto  me 

Forgivenefs  and  holinefs  give  ; 
And  then  from  the  body  \zl  free, 

And  then  to  the  city  receive. 

HYMN    CCXXXVII.    BtxZej. 

T raying  for  a  BleJJlng. 

1  npHOU  Son  of  God,  whofe  flaming  eyes 

JL       Our  inmoft  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening- facrifice, 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourfehes  fincere  : 
But  (hew  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worfhipper  ? 

3  Is  here  a  foul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  ftranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

Kis  defperate  ftate  explain  : 
And  nil  his  heart  with  {acred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 


232      PRAYING  for  a  BLESSING. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  which  wakes  the  deadj 

And  bid  the  flecper  rife, 
And  bid  his  guilty  confeience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

6  Extort  the  cry,  What  muft  be  done 

To  fave  a  wretch  like  me  ? 
How  mall  a  trembling  (inner  ihun 
That  endlefs  miicry  ? 

7  I  muft  this  inftant  now  begin 

Out  of  my  fleep  to  wake  ; 
And  turn  to  God,  and  every  fin 
Continually  forfake. 

%  I  muft  for  faith  inceflant  cry, 
And  wreftle,  Lord,  with  thee  ; 
I  muft  be  born  again  or  die 
To  all  eternity ! 


HYMN     CCXXXVIII.     Aldrich. 

i   /^OME,  O  thou  all  victorious  Lord, 

V^>  Thy  power  to  us  make  known  : 

Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 

And  break  thefe  hearts  offtone. 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 

Our  foolifhnefs  to  mourn! 
And  turn  at  once  from  every  fin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourfelves  and  thee  to  know 

In  this  our  gracious  day; 

Repentance  unto  life  beftow, 

And  take  our  fins  away. 

4  Conclude  us  firft  in  unbelief, 

And  freely  then  rekafe ; 


Describing   form.il  Relicion.    233 

Fill  every  foul  with  facred  grief, 
And  then  with  facred  peace. 

5  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  ficknefs  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

6  That  blefled  fenfe  of  guilt  impart, 

And  then  remove  the  load ; 
Trouble  and  wafh  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

7  Our  defperate  ftate  through  fin  declare, 

And  fpeak  our  fins  forgiven: 
By  perfect  holinefs  prepare, 
And  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN     CCXXXIX.     Waes<« 
Defcribing   Formal   Religion, 

j    T    ONG  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord, 
JL_J     With  unavailing  pain  ; 
Failed,  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Gft  did  I  with  th'  affeinbly  join, 

And  near  thy  altar  drew,  ^ 

A  form  of  godlinefs  was  mine, 
The  pow'r  I  never  knew. 

3  I  refted  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  knew  its  deep  defign ; 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  fav/, 
And  heighth  of  love  divine. 
4  To  pleafe  thee  thus,  at  length  I  fee, 
Vainly  I  hop'd  and  ftrove  : 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  fpring  from  love  ? 


134       F°r  Mourners  convinced  of  Si  w. 

5  I  fee  the  perfect  law  requires 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts ; 
Our  full  confent,  our  whole  defires, 
Our  undivided  hearts. 

6  But  I  of  means  have  made  my  boaIt, 

Of  means  an  idol  made  : 
The  fpirit  in  the  letter  loft, 
The  fubitance  in  the  made. 

7  Where  am  I  now,  or  what  mv  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weaknefs  do  ? 
Jefu,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up  : 
'lis  thou  mull  make  it  nzw. 

HYMN    CCXL.     B.xkj. 

For  Mourners  convinced  of  Sin. 

i    /^  OD  is  in  this  and  ev'ry  place  ; 
V_X  But  O  how  dark  and  void 
To  me !  'tis  one  great  wildernefs, 
This  earth,  without  my  God. 

2  Empty  of  him  who  all  things  fills, 

Till  he  his  light  impart ; 
Till  he  his  glorious  feif  reveals, 
The  veil  is  on  my  heart. 

3  O  thou  who  feeil  and  knoweft  my  grief* 

Thyfelf  unfeen,  unknown, 
Pity  rny  helplefs  unbelief, 
And  take  away  the  {tone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-fought  bleffing  give  ; 
And  bid  me  at  the  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 


Fw&foUKNEftS  brought  to  the  BlRTH.     23$ 

5  A  darker  foul  did  never  yet 

Thy  promis'd  help  implore  : 
O  that  I  now  ray  Lotd  might  meet, 
And  never  lofe  him  more  ! 

6  Now,  jefus,  now  the  Father's  love 

Sbed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
The  middle  wall  of  fin  remove, 
And  let  me  into  God. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXLI.     Fetter-La*. 

For  Mourners  brought  to  the  Birth. 
i  ryiHOU  hidden  God,  for  whom  I  groan, 
X        Till  thou  thyfelf  declare^ 
God  inaccetfible,  unknown, 
Regard  a  finner's  pray'i  : 

2  A  fnner  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

Unporg'd  and  unforgiv'n  ; 

Far  diilant  from  the  living  God, 

As  far  as  hell  from  heav'n. 

3  An  unregen'rate  child  of  man, 

To  thee  for  faith  I  call  : 
Pity  thy  fallen  creature's  pain, 
And  raife  me  from  my  tali  ! 

4  The  darknefs  which  through  thee  I  feel, 

Thou  only  cand  remove  ; 
Thy  own  eternal  pow'r  reveal, 
The  deity  of  Love  ! 

5  Thou  haft  in  unbelief  (hut  up, 

That  grace  may  let  me  go  ; 
In  hope  believing  again!!:  hope, 
I  wait  the  truth  to  know. 

6  Thou  wilt  in  me  reveal  thy  name, 

Thou  wilt  thy  light  afford  : 


236      Convinced  of  Backsliding. 

Bound  and  opprefs'd,  yet  thine  I  am, 
The  prifoner  of  the  Lord. 

7  I  would  not  to  thy  foe  fubmit ; 
I  hate  the  tyrant's  chain  : 
Send  forth  thy  prifoner  from  the  pit, 
Nor  let  me  cry  in  vain. 

S  Shew  me  the  blood  that  bought  my  peace, 
The  cov'nant  blood  apply j 
And  all  my  griefs  at  once  rr.all  ceafc, 
An  !  all  my  iins  (hall  uk. 

9  Now,  Lord,  if  thou  art  pow'r,  defcend ; 

rl  he  mountain  fin  remove  ; 

My  unbelief  and  troubles  end, 

If  thou  art  truth  and  love  ! 

10  Speak,  jefu,  fpejK  into  my  heart, 

What  thou  t  r  use  haft  done  ; 
One  grain  of  living  faith  impart, 
And  God  is  ail  my  own. 

HYMN    CCXLII.     Pudfey. 

Convinced  of  Backfliding. 

MOU  mnn  of  griefs,  remember  me, 
;ho  never  canft  thy felf  forget, 
Thv  laft,  mvfterious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs,  and  bloody  fweat ! 

Wh?n  wreftling  in  the  ftrength  of  prayer, 
Thv  fpirit  funk  beneath  its  load, 

Thv  feeble  flem  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  almighty  God. 

Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  {o, 
Regard  my  fearful  heart's  defire, 


1  HP  HO" 


MOURNERS  RECOVERED.       237 

Remove  this  load  of  guilty  woe, 

Nor  let  me  in  my  lins  expire ! 
I  tremble,  left  the  wrath  divine, 

Which  bruifes  now  my  wretched  foul, 
Should  bruife  this  wretched  foul  of  mine 

Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 
To  thee  my  laftdiftrefs  I  bring ! 

The  heightened  fear  of  death  I  find ; 
The  tyrant,  brandiming  his  fling, 

Appears,  and  hell  is  clofe  behind. 
I  deprecate  that  death  alone, 

That  endlefs  baniihment  from  thee  : 

0  fave  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 

Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  me. 

HYMN    CCXLIII.     Dedication. 
For  Mourners  Recovered. 
Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
Pity  my  unfettl'd  foul; 
and  nouriih  me,  and  keep, 
Till  thy  love  {hall  make  me  whole  : 
Give  me,  perfecl  foundnefs  give, 
Make  me  fledfaftly  believe. 

1  am  never  at  one  ftay  : 
Changing  ev'ry  hour  I  am  : 

But  thou  art,  as  yefterday, 

Now  and  evermore  the  fame ; 
Cbnftancy  to  me  impart, 
'Stabliftx  with  thy  grace  my  heart. 
Lay  thy  weighty  crofs  on  me, 

All  my  unbelief  controul  : 
Till  the  rebel  ceafe  to  be, 

Keep  him  down  within,  my  foul: 


TESU, 
Guide,  a 


23S        BELIEVERS  REJOICING. 

Thai  he  never  more  may  move, 
Rout  and  ground  me  fail  in  love. 

4  Give  me  faith  to  hold  me  up, 
Walking  over  life's  rough  lea; 
Holy>  purifying  hope 

Still  my  foul's  fure  anchor  be  : 
That  1  may  be  always  thine, 
Perfect  me  in  love  divine. 

HYMN     CCXL1V.    Hamilton's. 

1  /~~\ET  I  in  my  heart  have  Paid, 
\_J  Who  (hall  afcend  on  highi 

[<  nnt  to  Chrift  my  glorious  head, 
And  bring  him  from  the  Iky  ? 

Borne  on  contemplations  wing, 
Surely  I  (nail  find  him  there, 

Where  the  angels  praife  their  kingj 
And  gain  the  morning-ftar. 

2  Oft  I  in  my  heart  havefaid, 

Who  to  the  deep  (hall  ftoop, 
Sink  with  Chrill  among  the  dead 
From  thence  to  bring  him  up  ? 

Could  1  but  my  heart  pn  | 

By  unfeign'd  humility, 
Chrifl  would  quickly  eiiter  there, 

And  ever  dwell  with  me. 

3  Butthe  righteoufnefs  of  faith 

!  l.itli  taught  me  better  things  : 
"    Jim.ud  turn  thine  eyes"  (it  faith, 
While  Chiill  to  me  it  brings) 


n. 

"  Chrifl  is  ready  to  impart 

«  Lift  10  all,  for  life  who  figh  ; 
•<  1  i  thy  mouth i  and  in  thy  heart 

41  '1  he  wind  is  ever  r»i 

II  V  M  N    CCXLV.    0%. 

0~\  1 1\    t'n-  powerful  word 
[nfpire  a  feeble  \\  orm, 
To  rufh  into  thy  kingdom;  L< 

And  take  it  as  by  dorm ! 
0  may  we  all  improve 

The  grace  already  given* 
To  feizc  the  crown  of  perfeel  low. 
And  fcale  the  mount  nfheav'n! 

II   V  M  N    CCXLVI.     Shtffiefc 

For  /> 

i  f~\  Wond'rous  power  of  Faithful  prayer  ! 
\^J  What  tongue  can  tell  th'almightj 
God's  hands  or  bound  or  open 

As    Mutes  or    Elijah   praj  8  ; 
Let   Moies  1st  the  .'•;  irii   gr 
And  God  cries  out,  "  Let  me  alone  !" 
2  "  Let  me  alone,  that  all  my  wrath 
ti  May  rife,  the  wicked  me  I 

41  \\  idle  Joftice  hears  thy  praj  ing  faith, 

11  It  cannot  feal  the  m  ; 

*<  M)  SoiJ  is  in  my  fcrvant's  proyt  r, 
"  And  Jefus  forces  me  to  fpa) 
j  0  blefled  word  ofgofpel  grace, 

Which  now  we  lor  our  [fracl  plead  ! 
A  faithlefs  and  backflidiug  race, 
Whom  thou  hail  out  of  Egj  pi  freed  , 
X 


240        BELIEVERS  WATCHING. 

O  do  not  then  in  wrath  chaftife, 
Nor  let  thy  whole  difpleafure  rife! 

4  Father!  we  aik  in  .Jefu's  name, 

In  Jefu's  pow'r  and  fpirit  pray, 
Divert  thy  vengeful  thunders'  aim! 

O  turn  thy  threat'ning  wrath  away! 
Our  guilt  and  punifhment  remove, 
And  magnify  thy  pard'ning  love ! 

5  Father  !  regard  thy  pleading  Son, 

Accept  his  all-availing  prayer, 
And  fend  a  peaceful  anfuer  down 

In  honour  of  our  Spokefman  there, 
Whofe  blood  proclaims  cur  fins  forgiven, 
And  fpeaks  thy  rebels  up  to  heaven. 

H    Y  M  N     CCXLVII.     IJlington. 

For  Btiit-vrrs  Watching. 

i    "OIERCE,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear  : 
Jl        My  utter  helpleffnefs  reveal : 
Satan  and  fin  are  always  near, 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

2  O  !   that  to  thee  my  conftant  mind 

Might  wirh  an  even  flame  afpire  ; 
Pride  in  its  earlieft  motions  find, 
And  mark  the  rifings  of  defire. 

3  O  !  that  my  tender  foul  might  fly 

The  firft  abhorr'd  approach  of  ill  ; 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  ah  eye 

The  flighteft  touch  of  fin  to  feel! 

4  Till  thou  anew  my  foul  create, 

Still  may  I  itrive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
Kumbly  and  confidently  wait, 
And  long  to  fee  the  perfect  day. 


BELIEVERS  WORKING.  241 

HYMN    CCXLVIII.     23,/  Pfahn. 
For  Believers  Working. 

1  T  T  THEN  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit, 

V  V       Thy  book  be  my  companion  frill; 
My  joy,  thy  fayings  to  repeat, 

Talk  o'er  the  records  of  thy  will ; 
And  fearch  the  oracles  divine 
Till  ev'ry  heart- felt  word  be  mine. 

2  O  may  the  gracious  words  divine 

Subject  of  all  my  convene  be  ; 
So  will  the  Lord  his  follower  j'  in, 

And  walk  and  talk  himfelf  with  me : 
So  mall  my  heart  his  prefence  prove, 
And  burn  with  everlafting  love, 

3  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 

O  may  the  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compofe  my  weary  breafi, 

While  on  the  bofom  of  my  Lord 
I  fink  in  blifsful  dreams  away, 
And  vinous  of  eternal  day  ! 

4  Rifing  to  ling  my  Saviour's  praife, 

Thee  may  I  publiih  all  day  long, 
And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart  and  fill  my  tongue  ; 
Fill  all  my  life  with  pureft  love, 
And  join  me  to  thy  church  above. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXLIX.     Marienhuru, 
For  Believers  Suffering. 
I    T\  /{TASTER,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim, 
JLVJL     Thine,  wholly  thine,  1  long  to  be  : 
Thou  feeit,  at  lafi  I  willing  am, 
Where'er  thou  go'il  to  follow  thee  ; 


242         BELIEVERS  SUFFERING. 

Myfelf  in  all  things  to  deny: 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  to  live  and  die. 

z  Whate'er  my  fioful  fiefli  requires, 
Fcr  thee  I  cheerfully  forego ; 
My  covetous  and  vain  defires, 

M  /  hopes  of  happinefs  below  ; 
My  fenfes'  and  my  paffions'  food, 
And  ail  my  third  for  creature-good. 

3  Pleafure,  and  wealth,  and  praife  no  more 

Shall  lead  my  captive  foul  all  ray  : 
My  fond  purfuits  I  all  give  o'er, 

Thee,  only  thee,  refolv'd  t'  obey; 
My  own  in  all  things  to  refign, 
And  know  nc  other  will  but  thine. 

4  AH  pow'r  is  thine  in  earth  and  heav'n; 

All  fulnefs  dwells  in  thee  alone  ; 
Whate'er  I  have  was  freely  giv'n; 

Nothing  but  fin  I  call  my  own : 
Other  propriety  difclaim  : 
Thou  only  art  the  great  I  AM. 

5  Wherefore  to  thee  I  all  refign  ; 

Being  thou  art,  and  Love,  and  Pow'r  : 
Thy  only  will  be  done,  hot  mine  ! 

Thee,  Lord,  let  earth  and  hcav'n  adore! 
Flow  back  the  rivers  to  the  fea, 
And  let  our  all  be  loft  in  thee ! 

HYMN    CCL.    King^ooJ. 

I    /^AST  on  the  fidelity 
\^j     Of  my  redeeming  Lord, 
I  ji. ill  his  falvarion  fee 
According  to  his  word  : 


BELIEVERS  SUFFERING.         243 

Credence  to  his  word  I  give, 

My  Saviour  in  diftreffes  pari: 
Will  not  now  his  fervant  lea>  e, 

But  bring  me  through  at  laft. 

2  Better  than  my  boding  fears 

To  me  thou  oft  halt  provM; 
Oft  cbferv'd  my  filent  tears, 

And  ehalleng'd  thy  bclov'd  : 
Mercy  to  my   refcue  flew, 

And  death  ungrafp'd  his  fainting  prey  : 
Pain  before  thy  face  withdrew, 

And  fotrow  fled  away. 

3  Now  as  yeilerday  the  fame, 

In  all  my  troubles  nigh, 
Jefus,  on  thy  word  and  name 

I  ftedfalily  rely  ; 
Sure  as  now  the  grief  I  feel, 

The  pro  mis 'd  joy  I  foon  Hi  all  have  j 
Sav'd  again,  to  finners  tell 

Thy  power  and  v\  ill  to  fave. 

4  To  thy  bleffed  will  refiga'd, 

And  it  aid  on  that  alone, 
I  thy  perfect  itrength  fhall  find, 

1  hy  faithful  mercies  own  ; 
Compafs'd  round  with  fongs  of  prailbj 

My  all  to  my  Redeemer  give  ; 
Spread  thy  miracks  of  grace, 
And  for  thy  ^lory  live. 

H  Y  M  N    'CCLT.     Willing. 
I  r  I  ""hou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
JL       For  th.ee  my  thirily  foul  doth  pine  ! 
My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace  : 


O  make  me  in  thy  likenefs  fhine 

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244       BELIEVERS   SUFFERING. 

2  With  fraudlefs,  even,  humble  mind, 

Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  fee ! 
In  love  be  ev'ry  with  reiign'dj 

And  hallo  vv'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee. 

3  When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flefh  prevail?, 

With  lamb-like  padence  arm  my  bread  ;* 
When  grief  my  wounded  foul  affails, 
In  lowly  mecknefs  may  I  reft. 

4  Clofe  by  thy  fide  ftill  may  I  keep, 

Howe'er  life's  various  current  flow  ; 
With  ftedfafl:  eye  mark  ev'ry  ileo, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go. 

5  Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  bait  won  ; 

Alone  thou  hail  the  uinc-prefs  trod  ; 
In  me  thy  ftrength'ning  grace  be  fho-vn, 
O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  biood  ! 

6  So  when  on  Sion  thou  (halt  ftand, 

And  all  heaven's  hofts  adore  their  King, 
Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  Cv^g. 

HYMN     CCLII.     Athlone. 

i     TESU,  the  weary  wanj'rer's  refc, 
fcj      Give  me  thy  eafy  yoke  to  bear  ; 
Withftedfaft  patience  arm  my  brealt, 
With  fpoiiefs  love,  and  lowly  fear. 

2  Thankful  I  take  the  cup  from  thee, 

Prepar'd  and  mingled  by  thy  {kill, 
Though  bitter  to  the  tatle  it  be, 
Powerful  the  wounded  foul  to  heal. 

3  Be  thou,  O  Rock  of  Ages,  nigh ! 

.     So  mall  each  murmuring  thought  be  gone 


BELIBVERS  GROANING,  &c.     z^s 

And  grief,  and  fear,  and  care  mall  fly- 
As  clouds  before  the  mid-day  fun. 

4  Speak  to  my  warring  paflions,  "  Peace  ;?? 

Say  to  my  troubled  heart,  i(  Be  itill  ;" 
Thy  power  my  ftreugtb  and  fortrefs  is, 
For  all  things  ferve  thy  {ov' reign  will. 

5  O  death  !  where  is  thy  fting  ?  where  now 

Til}-  bcafted  \  i&ory,  O  grave  ? 
Who  {"hall  contend  with  God  ?  or  who 
Can  hurt  whom  God  delights  to  fave  ? 

H  Y  M  N    CCLIII.    Athhmc. 

For  Believers  grinning  for  full  Redemption, 

1  (~\  *GOD  molt  merciful  and  true, 
\J  Thy  nature  to  my  foul  impart; 
'Stablifh  with  me  the  covenant  new, 

And  write  perfection  on  my  heart. 

2  To  real  holinefs  reftor'd, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind; 
Ar.d  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord 

Fulnefs  of  life  eternal  find. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  my  fins  no  more, 

That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ; 
But  funk  in  guiltlefs  fhame,  adore 
With  fpeechlefs  wonder  at  thy  feet. 

4  Overwhelmed  with  thy  ftupendous  grace> 

1  fliall  nor  in  thy  prefence  move ; 
But  breathe  unutterable  praife, 

And  rapturous  awe,  and  filent  love. 

5  Then  ev'ry  murmuring  thought,  and  vaui 

Expires,  in  fweet  confufion  loll : 
I  cannot  of  my  crofs  complain, 
I  cannot  of  my  goodnefs  boaft. 


&jfl>       Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

6  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  doft  ]  hide, 
And  glory  give  to  God  al  ne, 
My  God,  for  ever  pacified  ! 

H  Y  M  N     CCLIV.     Invitation. 

For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

i   £~\  GOD,  to  whom  in  ZtCn  reveal'd 
\^J     The  helplefs  all  for  fuccour  came  j 
The  fick  to  be  reliev'd  and  heal'd, 
And  found  falvaticn  in  thy  name  : 

2  With  publicans  and  harlots  I, 

In  thefe  thy  Spirit's  gofptl-days, 

To  thee  the  finner's  friend  draw  nigh, 

And  humbly  fue  for  faving  grace. 

3  Thou  fecit  me  helplefs  and  dillrefs'd, 

Feeble,  and  faint,  and  blind,  and  poor  ; 
Weary  I  come  to  thee  for  reil, 
And  fick  pf  fin  implore  a  cure. 

4  My  fin's  incurable  difeafe, 

Thou,  Jefus,  thou  alone  canft  heal  : 
Infpire  me  with  thy  pow'r  and  peace, 
And  pardon  on  my  confckv.ee  feal. 

5  A  touch,  a  word,  a  lock  from  thee, 

Can  turn  my  heart  and  make  it  clean, 
Purge  the  foul,  inbred  leprofy, 
And  fave  me  from  my  bofam-fm. 

6  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  I  do  believe, 

Thou  canft  the  faving  grace  impart; 
Thou  canft  this  inftant  now  forgb  e, 
And  itamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 
«7  My  heart,  which  now  to  thee  I  raife, 

I  know  thou  canft  this  moment  clcanfe; 


Believers  brought  to  the  Bir.th.       247 

The  deepeft  ftains  of  fin  efface, 

And  drive  the  evil  fpirit  hence.  . 

H  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Accompliih  now  thy  work  in  me ; 
And  let  my  foul,  to  health  reftor'd, 
Devote  its  little  ail  to  thee! 

H  Y  M  N  CCLV.     Welling. 

1  JE5U,   thy  far-extended  fame 

J      My  drooping  foul  exults  to  hear : 
Thy  name,  thy  ail-relroring  name, 
Is  mufic  in  a  finner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didft  receive 

Y,  ith  comfortable  words  and  kind  ; 
Their  forrovvs  cheer,  their  wants  relieve, 
Heal  the  cifeas'd  and  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  fall, 

In  ev'ry  place  and  age  the  fame? 

Halt  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  {kill, 

Or  loll  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 

4  Faith  in  thy  changelefs  name  I  have  j 

The  good,  the  kind  phyfician,  thou 
Art  able  now  our  fouls  to  fave, 
Art  willing  to  reftore  them  now. 


Though  fevcnteen  hundred  years  are  pad 
Since,  thou  didit  in  the  fiefh  appear, 

Thy  tender  mercies  ever  laft, 

And  iliil  thy  herding  pov/r  is  here. 

Wouldft  thou  the  body's  health  reftore, 
And  not  regard  the  fin-fick  foul  ? 

The  fm-iicl:  foul  thou  lov'ft  much  more, 
And  furdy  thou  fhalt  make  ir  whole. 


248         For  the  Society  Praying, 

7  All  my  difeafe,  my  ev'ry  fin, 

To  thee,   O  Jefus,   Iconfefs; 
In  pardon,  Lord,  my  cure  begin, 
And  perfect  it  in  holinefs. 

8  That  token  of  thy  utmoft  good, 

Now,  Saviour,  now  on  me  bellow  ; 

And  purge  my  conference  with  thv  blood, 

And  wafh  my  nature  white  as  {how. 

HYMN    CCLVI.  •  Mufician\. 

For  the  Society  Fraying. 

1  Tf  XCEPT  the  Lord  conducl  the  plan, 
JL   The  beft-concerted  fchemes  are  vain, 

And  never  can  fucceed  : 
We  fpend  our  wretched  ftrength  for  nought ; 
But  if  our  works  in  thee  are  wrought, 

They  Ihall  be  bleft  indeed. 

2  Lord,  if  thou  didft  thyfelf  infpire 
Our  fouls  with 'this  intenfe  defire 

Thy  goodnefs  to  proclaim  ; 
Thy  glory  if  we  now  intend, 
O  let  our  deed  begin  and  end 

Complete  in  Jefu's  name  ! 

3  In  Jefu's  name  behold  we  meet, 
Far  from  an  evil  world  retreat, 

And  all  its  frantic  ways  ; 
One  only  thing  refdv'd  to  know, 
And  fquafe  our  ufeful  lives  below 

By  reafon  and  by  grace. 

4  Not  in  the  tombs  we  pine  to  dwellj 
Not  in  the  dark  mohaftic  cell, 

By  vows  and  grates  coniin'd  ; 


PASTORAL  HYMN.  243 

Freely  to  all  ourfelves  we  give, 
Conftrain'd  by  Jefu's  love  to  live 
The  fervants  of  mankind. 

5  Now,  Jefu,  now  thy  love  impart, 
To  govern  each  devoted  heart, 

And  fit  us  for  thy  will ! 
D^ep  founded  in  the  truth  of  grace, 
Build  up  thy  riling  church,  and  place 

The  city  on  the  hill. 

6  O  let  our  love  and  faith  abound  ! 
O  let  our  lives  to  all  around 

With  pureft  luiire  mine  ! 
That  all  around  our  works  may  fee. 
And  give  the  glory,  Lord,  to  thee, 

The  heavenly  light  divine  ! 

HYMN     CCLVII.     Wonejlen 

A  Papral  Hymn, 

OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  ft  and  on  Zion's  hill, 
That  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues* 
And  wofds  ol  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is   their  voice, 

So  fweet  the  tidings  are! 
"  Zion,    behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
44  Ke  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  Happy  are  our  ears, 

I  h^a*  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kings  stad  prophets  waited  for> 
And  fought  but  never  found! 


2  so  PASTORAL  HYMN. 

4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes 

That  fee  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  defired  it  long* 
But  dy'd  without  the  light. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  vcicc, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerufalem  breaks  forth  in  longs, 

And  deferts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  Ids  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  Gcd. 


II  Y  M  N    CCLVIJI.     St.  Paul's. 


i    "\"    OVERS  of  plcafn re  more  than  Godj 
X-j     For  you  he  fuffer'd  pain  ; 
Swearers,  for  you  he  fpilt  his  blood ;. 
An-A  fhall  he  bleed  in  vain  ? 

2  Mifers,  his  life  for  ycu  he  paid, 

Your  bafeft  crimes  he  bore  ; 
Drunkards,  your  fins  on  him  were  laid, 
That  you  might  fin  no  more. 

3  The  God  of  love,  to  earth  he  came, 

That  you  might  come  to  heaven  ; 
Believe,  believe  in  Jefu's  name, 
And  all  your  fin's  forgiven. 


4 


BELIEVERS  WATCHING.         25: 

Believe  in  him  that  died  for  thee  : 

And  fure  as  he  hath  died. 
Thy  debt  is  paid,  thy  foul  is  free, 

And  thou  art  juftified. 

HYMN    CCLIX.     Handel'*  March. 

HARK !  how  the  watchmen  cry ! 
Attend  the  trumpet's  found; 
Stand  to  your  arms !  the  foe  is  nigh  ! 

The  powers  of  hell  fur  round  : 
Who  bow  to  Chrift's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare  ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand ! 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war ! 

See  on  the  mountain-top 

The  ftandard  of  our  God  ! 
In  Jefu's  name  I  lift  it  up 

All  ftain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 
His  ftandard  bearer  I 

To  all  the  nations  call : 
Let  all  to  Jefu's  crofs  draw  nigh ; 

He  bore  the  crofs  for  all. 

Go  up  with  Chrift  your, head, 

Your  Captain's  footfteps  fee  : 
Follow  your  Captain  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory. 
All  power  to  him  is  given : 

He  ever  reigns  the  fame  : 
Salvation,  happinefs  and  heaven, 

Are  all  in  Jefu's  name. 


252      Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 

4  Only  have  faith  in  God : 

In  faith  ycur  foes  aflatl  : 
Not  wreitling  againft  flelh  and  blood, 

But  all  the  powers  of  hcli : 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  flaming  vengeance  hurl'd, 
They  throng  the  air  and  darken  heaven, 

And  rule  the  lower  world. 


HYMN    CCLX.     Cary's. 

1  T  T  TATCH'D  by  the  world's  malignant 

Who  load  us  with  reproach  and  ihame  : 
As  fervants  of  the  Lord  molt  high, 

As  zealous  for  his  glorious  name, 
We  ought  in  all  his  paths  to  move 
With  holy  fear  and  humble  love. 

2  That  wifdom,  Lord,  on  us  bellow, 

From  every  evil  to  depart ; 
To  flop  the  mouth  of  every  fee  : 

While,  upright  both  in  life  and  heart, 
The  proof  of  godly  fear  we  give, 
And  mew  them  how  the  Chriltians  live* 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXI...  Mvfuian's. 
•For  Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 


o? 


Glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings-; 


Believers  brought  tc  the  Birth.       253 

I 
It  gives  my  ravifn'd  foul  to  tafle, 
And  makes  me  for  fome  moments  fcaft 
With  Jefu's  prieib  and  kings. 


The  things  eternal  I  purfue, 
A  happinefs  beyond  the  view 

Of  thofe  that  bafely  pant, 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  C^tn  ; 
Their  honours,  wealth,  and  pleafurc  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 


Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  ftfanger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  defp'fe  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whele  delight, 
And  feek  a  country  out  of  fight, 

A  country  in  the  fkies. 


4  There  is  my  houfe  and  portion  fair, 
My  treafure,  and  my  heart  is  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  eider  brethren  flay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  avay, 
And  Jefus  bids  me  come  ! 


I  come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  ikies,  « 

And  claim  my  heavenly  relt ; 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end. 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,   Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breaii:  1 


254     Believers  brought  to  the  Birth. 
HYMN    CCLXII.     Dedication. 

1  TITHYnot  now  my  God,  my  God  ! 

V  V       Ready  if  thou  always  art, 
Make  in  me  thy  mean  abode, 

Take  pofleflion  of  my  heart  : 
If  thou  canit  fo  greatly  bow, 
Friend  of  finners,  why  not  now  ? 

2  God  of  love,  in  this  my  day 

For  thyfelf  to  thee  I  cry ; 
Dying,  if  thou  (till  delay 

Muft  I  not  for  ever  die  ? 
Enter  now  thy  pooreft  home : 
Now,  my  utmoft  Saviour,  come  ! 

HYMN    CCLXIII.    Hamilton's. 

i   1VTOW,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield, 
XN      With  all  my  fins  to  part : 
Jefus,  fpeak  my  pardon  feal'd, 

And  purify  my  heart ! 
Purge  the  love  of  fin  away, 

Then  I  into  nothing  fall ; 
Then  I  fee  the  perfect  day, 

And  Chrift  is  all  in  all. 

2  Jefu,  now  our  hearts  infpire 

With  that  pure  love  of  thine  ; 
Kindle  now  the  heavenly  fire 

To  brighten  and  refine  : 
Purify  our  faith  like  gold: 

All  the  drofs  of  fin  remove  ; 
Melt  our  fpirits  down,  and  mould 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


BELIEVERS  INTERCEDING.     255 
HYMN    CCLXIV.    Angel-Song. 

For  Believers  Interceding, 
PART    THE    FIRST. 

1  TjWTHER,  if  juftly  ftill  we  claim 

A.       To  us  and  ours  the  promife  made, 
To  us  be  graciogily  the  fame, 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head. 

2  Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 

Of  holinefs  the  fpirit  fho.ver  ; 
Of  wife  difcernmenr,  humble  love, 
And  zeal,  and  unity,  and  power. 

3  The  fpirit  of  convincing  fy  -ecru 

Of  power  demonlirative  imparl; : 
Such  3S  may  every  conference  reach, 
And  found  the  unbelieving  heart : 

4  The  fpirit   of  refining  fire, 

Searching  the  inmoit  of  the  mind, 
To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  defire, 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind  : 

5  The  fpirit  of  faith  in  this  thy  day, 

To  break  the  power  of  cancell'd  fin, 

Tread  down"  its  ftrength,  o'erturn  its  fu  ay» 

And  frill  the  conqueft  more  than  win. 

6  The  fpirit  breathe  of  toward  h'fe, 

Which  in  our  hearts  thy  laws  may  write  : 
Then  grief  expires,  and  pain,  and  fcrifc  : 
;Tis~  nature  all,  and  ail  delight, 

y  3 


256  SOCIETY  PRAYING. 

HYMN    CCLXV.    Angel-Song. 

PART    THE    SECOND. 

1  /~\N  all  the  earth  thy  Spirit  mower, 
V^/    The  earth  in  righteoufnefs  renew  : 
Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpow 'r, 

And  to  thy  fceptre  all  fubdue. 

2  Like  mighty  winds  or  torrents  fierce, 

Let  it  oppofers  all  o'er-run; 
And  every  law  of  fin  reverfe, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one. 

3  Yea,  let  thy  Spirit  in  every  place 

Its  richeft  energy  declare  ; 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 
The  kingdom  of  thy  Chrift  prepare. 

4  Grant  this,  O  holy  God,  and  true ; 

The  ancient  feers  thou  didft  infpire  ! 
To  us  perform  the  promife  due, 
Defcend  and  crown  us  now  with  fire! 

HYMN    CCLXVI.     Aldrkh. 

For  the  Society  Praying. 
i   /~^OME,  thou  omnifcient  Son  of  man, 
V^y     Difplay  thy  fifting  power : 
Come  with  thy  winnowing  Spirit's  fan, 
And  throughly  purge  thy  floor. 


SOCIETY  PARTING. 

2  The  chaff  of  fin,  the  accurfed  thing, 

Far  from  our  fouls  be  driven ; 
The  wheat  into  thy  garner  bring, 
And  lay  us  up  for  heaven. 

3  Look  through  us  with  thy  eyes  of  flame, 

The  clouds  and  darknefs  chafe : 
And  tell  me  what  by  fin  I  am, 
And  what  I  am  by  grace. 

4  Whatever  offends  thy  glorious  eyes, 

Far  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 
As  duft  before  the  whirlwind  flies, 
Difperfe  it  by  thy  love. 

5  Then  let  us  all  thy  fulnefs  know, 

From  every  fin  fet  free  ; 
Sav'd,  to  the  utmoft  fav'd  below, 
And  perfectly  like  thee. 

HYMN    CCLXVII.     Fetter-Lane. 

For  the  Society  Fartbig. 

i   /"*1  OD  of  all  confolation,  take 
V_T     The  glory  of  thy  grace ! 
Thy  gifts  to  thee  we  render  back 
In  ceafelefs  fongs  of  praife. 

2  Thro'  thee  we  now  together  came 
In  fmglenefs  of  heart : 
We  met,  O  Jefus,  in  thy  name, 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 


/ 


253  SOCIETY  PARTING. 

3  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind  : 

Our  minds  cor  t  nue  one; 
And,  each  to  each  in  Jefus  join'd, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

4  Subtifts  as  in  us  all  one  foul ; 

No  power  can  make  us  twain  ; 
And  mountains  rife,  and  oceans  roll, 
To  fever  us  in  vain. 

5  Prefent  we  ftill  in  fpirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh, 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 
We  each  to  other  fly. 

6  In  Jefus  Chrift  together  we 

In  heavenly  places  fit ; 
Cloth'd  with  the  fun,  we  fmile  to  fee 
The  moon  beneath  our  feet. 

7  Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  ill  God  : 

Our  life  fnall  foon  appear, 

And  ihed  his  glory  all  abroad 

On  all  his  members  here. 

8  The  heavenly  treafure  now  we  have 

In  a  vile  houfe  of  clay; 
But  he  fhall  to  the  utmoft  fave, 
And  keep  it  to  that  day. 

9  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand, 

And  he  fhall  keep  them  ftill ; 
And  you  and  I  fhall  furely  fhnd 
With  him  on  Sion's  hill ! 


SOCIETY  PARTING.  259 

10  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  (hall  fee  ; 

Our  face  like  his  fhall  thine  : 
O  what  a  glorious  company, 
When  faints  and  angels  join  ! 

1 1  O  what  a  joyful  meeting  there  ! 

In  robes  of  white  array 'd, 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  (hall  bear, 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

12  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend, 

And  fight  our  paffage  through  : 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 

1 3  Then  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

When  all  fhall  be  brought  home  ! 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away! 
O  jefus,  quickly  come  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXVIII.    Lamp\ 

1  A    ND  let  our  bodies  part, 
jl\.     To  different  climes  repair  ; 
Infeparably  join'd  in  heart 

The  friends  of  Jefus  are ! 

2  Jefus  the  corner-ftone 

Did  firft  our  hearts  unite  I 
And  ftill  he  keeps  our  fpirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  O  let  us  ftill  proceed 

In  Jefu's  work  below ; 


z6o  SOCIETY  PARTING. 

And  following  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  farther  conquefts  go. 

4  The  vineyard  or"  the  Lord 

Before  his  labourers  lies; 
And  lo !  we  fee  the  vaft  reward, 
Which  waits  us  in  the  Ikies ! 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  afcend, 
That  haven  of  repofe  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labours  end  ! 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  fullering  and  our  pain  ! 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  ihore. 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  faints  and  angels  meet  ! 
There  we  {hall  fee  each  other's  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

8  The  church  of  the  flrft-born, 

We  fnall  with  them  be  Weft, 
And,  crown'd  with  endlcfs  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  reft. 

9  With  joy  we  (hall  behold, 

In  yonder  bleft  abode, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  ail  the  faints  of  God. 

io  Abraham  and  Ifaac  there, 
A.nd  Jacob  fhall  receive 


CONSOLATION.  261 

The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

1 1  We  fhall  our  time  beneath 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearlefs  pafs  the  vale  of  death, 
And  gain  the  mountain-top. 

12  To  gather  home  his  own, 

God  (hall  his  angels  fend, 
And  bid  our  blifs  on  earth  begun, 
In  deathlefs  triumphs  end. 

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HYMN   CCLX1X.   L.  M. 

1  /COMFORT,  ye  miniilers  of  grace, 
V^  Comfott  the  people  of  your  Lord, 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gofpel-word. 

2  Go,  into  every  nation  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  fnew  ; 
Jerufalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark !  in  the  wildernefs  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare  ! 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there  I 

4  The  Lord  your  God  (hall  quickly  come ; 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey  : 

Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room  : 

Ye  defert  fouls,  prepare  his  way. 

5  The  Lord  mall  clear  his  way  thro'  all ; 

Whate'er  obftructs,  obitru&s  in  vain  ; 
The  vale  (hall  rife,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  ftrait,  and  rugged  plain. 


26%  CONSOLATION. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  difplay'd, 
Together  all  mankind  fhall  view; 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  faid, 
His  own  almighty  hand  fhall  do. 

HYMN    CCLXX.    L.  M. 

1  T  TIGH  on  his  everlafting  throne 

XT.  The  King  of  faints  his  works  furveys, 
Marks  the  dear  fouls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  fmiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  refts  well  pleas'd  their  toils  to  fee, 

Beneath  his  eafy  yoke  they  move, 
With  all  their  heart  and  ftrength  agree 
In  the  fweet  labour  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  fervants  of  their  God, 

A  bufy  multitude  appear, 
For  Jefus  day  and  night  employ 'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Chrift  their  hearts  conftrains, 

And  ftrengthens  their  unwearied  hands, 
They  fpend  their  fweat,  and  blood  and  pains, 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands. 

5  Jefus  their  toil  delighted  fees, 

Their  induftry  vouchfaf-'s  to  crown, 
He  kindly  gives  the  wifh'd  increafe. 
And  fends  the  promis'd  bleffing  down  : 

6  The  fap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  tains  inceflfant  from  above, 
He  all  his  gracious  fulnefs  fhowers, 
To  perfed  their  great  work  of  love. 


LAMENTATION. 

7  O  multiply  thy  fower's  feed, 

And  fruit  we  every  hour  ihall  hear, 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gofpel  fpreadj 
Thine  everlafting  truth  declare  : 

S  We  all  in  perfect  love  renew 'd 

Shall  know  the  greatnefs  of  thy  pow'r, 
Stand  in  the  temple  of  our  God 
As  pillars,  and  go  out  no  more. 

HYMN   CCLXXI.    C.  M. 

i   /""\  THAT  I  was  as  heretofore, 

\_S     When  warm  in  my  firft  love  I 
I  only  liv'd  my  God  t'  adore, 
And  feek  the  things  above. 

2  Upon  my  head  his  candle  fhone, 

And  lavifn  of  his  grace, 
With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on, 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3  Butter  and  honey  did  I  eat, 

And  lifted  up  on  high, 
I  faw  the  clouds  beneath  my  feet, 
And  rode  upon  the  Iky. 

4  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 

Triumphantly  I  rode; 
I  foar'd  to  heav'n  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found,  and  talk'd  with  Go  J. 

5  Where  am  I  now,  from  what  an  hei^%; 

Of  happinefs  caft  down! 
The  glory  fwallow'd  up  in  night,, 
W]  faded  is  the  crown. 
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264  PETITION. 

6  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  reft, 
For  which  I  figh  in  pain, 
How  fhall  I  Tcape  into  thy  breaft, 
My  .Eden  now  regain  ? 

HYMN    CCLXXII. 
i    Q  AVIOUR  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove 

0  That  Jefus  is  thy  healing  name, 
To  lofe,  when  perfected  in  love, 

Whate'er  I  have,  or  can,  or  am ; 

1  ftay  me  on  thy  faithful  word, 
The  fervant  ihall  be  as  his  Lord. 

2  Anfwer  that  gracious  end  in  me, 

For  which  thy  precious  life  was  given, 
Redeem  from  all  iniquity, 

Rcftore  and  make  me  meet  for  heaven ; 
Unlefs  thou  purge  my  every  {lain, 
Thy  fufFermg  and  my  faith  are  vain. 

3  'Tis  not  a  bare  releafe  from  fin, 

Its  guilt  and  pain,  my  foul  requires, 
I  want  a  fpirit  of  power  within  ; 

Thee,  Jefus,  thee  my  heart  defires, 
And  pants,  and  breaks  to  be  renew'd, 
And  wauYd  in  thine  all-cleanfmg  blood. 

4  Didft  thou  not  die  that  I  might  live 

No  longer  to  rnyfelf  but  thee  ? 
Might  body,  foul,  and  fpirit  give 

To  him  who  gave  himfelf  for  me  ? 
Come  then,  my  Mailer,  and  my  God, 
Take  the  dear  purchafe  of  thy  blood. 

5  Thine  own  peculiar  fervant  claim, 

For  thine  own  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 
Hallow  in  me  thy  glorious  name, 
Me  fcr  thine  own  this  moment  take, 


PETITION.  26> 

And  change  and  throughly  purify  ; 
Thine  only  may  I  live  and  die. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXIII.    C.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

C^  IVER  and  Guardian  of  my  fleen, 
y     To  praife  thy  name  I  wake, 
Still,  Lord,  thy  helplefs  fervant  keep, 
For  thy  own  mercy's  fake. 

The  bleiling  of  another  day 

I  thankfully  receive  ; 
O  may  I  only  thee  obey, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Vouchsafe  to  keep  my  foul  from  iin, 

Its  cruel  power  fufpend, 
Tiii  all  this  ftrife  and  war  within 

In  perfect  peace  fnall  end. 

Upon  me  lay  thy  mighty  hand, 
My  words  and  thoughts  reftrain, 

Eow  my  whole  foul  to  thy  command, 
Nor  let  my  faith  be  vain. 

r  rifcner  of  hope,  I  wait  the  hour 

Which  fhall  falvation  bring, 
When  all  I  am  fhall  own  thy  power, 

And  call  my  Jefus  King. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXIV.     L.  M. 

AWAKE,  Jerufalem,  awake, 
No  longer  in  thy  fins  lie  down, 
The  garment  of  falvation  take, 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  ftrength  put  on. 

Shake  off  the  dufc  that  blinds  thy  tight, 
And  hides  the  promife  from  thine  eyes, 


266  PETITION. 

Arife  and  frruggle  into  light, 

Thy  great  Deliverer  calls,  Arife  f 

3  Shake  off  the  bands  of  fad  defpair, 

Sion  aflert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 
And  God  ihall  fet  the  captive  free. 

4  Veflrls  of  mercy,  fons  of  grace, 

Re  purg'd  from  every  fmful  ilain, 
Ee  like  your  Lord  :  his  word  embrace, 
Nor  bear  his  hallovv'd  name  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  (hall  in  your  front  appear, 

And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 
His  glory  mail  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun. 

HYMN    CCLXXV. 
i    /^  JME,  O  thou  traveller  unknown, 
V_y     Whom  ftill  I  own,  but  cannot  fee, 
Tvly  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee, 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  ftay, 
And  wreftle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  ftruggleft  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloofe  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me? 

The  fecret  of  thy  love  unfold; 
WrreflUng  I  will  nor  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

3  What  tho'  my  fnrinking  flclh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  fo  long, 
I  rife  fupTior  to  my  pain, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  ftrong. 


267 


And  when  my  all  offtrehgth  fhail  fa:!, 
T  (hall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

4  \i  Li  to  rae  a  w, — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  fel£*ftefpair ; 
Speak  to  n?y  heart,  in  bleiliags  fpetek, 

Ee  coaqusr'd  by  my  inftant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  (halt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love. 

5  'Tis  love,  'tis  love  !   Thou  dyedil  for  me, 

I  hep.r  thy  whifper  in  my  heart. 
The  morning  breaks,  the  fhadows  flee, 

Pure,  univerfal  love  thou  art; 
To  me,  to  ail  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 

6  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jefus  the  feeble  dnncr's  friend  ; 
L    r  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 

La:  ftay  and  love  me  to  the  end  ; 
Thy  mercies  never  (hall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  (hy  name  is  love. 


H  Y 


N    CCLXXVJ. 


jf~*\FT  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  night 
V_v^     In  reveliings  and  frantic  mirth, 
The  creature  was  our  fole  delight, 

Our  happiness  the  things  of  earth  ; 
But  O  fa£ice  the  feafon  pad, 

We  choofe  the  better  part  at  laft. 
We  will  net  clofe  our  wakeful  eyesj 

M  e  will  not  iet  our  eye-lids  deep, 
But  humbly  lift  them  to  the  Ikies* 

And  ail  a  folerrm  vigil  keep  ; 
So  many  nights  on  fin  beftow'd, 
Can  we  net  watch  one  hour  ioi  God  ? 

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268  PETITION. 

3  We  can,  dear  Jefus,  for  thy  fake, 

Devote  our  every  hour  to  thee ; 
Speak  but  the  word,  our  fouls  fball  wake, 

And  fing  with  cheerful  melody  ; 
Thy  praife  fixall  our  glad  tongues  employ, 
And  every  heart  (hall  dance  for  joy. 

4  Dear  object  of  our  faith  and  love, 

We>  liiten  for  thy  welcome  voice, 
Our  perfons  and  our  works  approve, 

And  bid  us  in  thy  ftrength  rejoice, 
Now  let  us  hear  the  mighty  cry, 
And  (bout  to  find  the  Bridegroom  nigh. 
£  Shout  in  the  midft  of  us,  O  King 

Of  faints,  and  let  our  joys  abound, 
Let  us  rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  fing, 

And  triumph  in  redemption  found  : 
We  aik  in  faith  for  every  foul  ; 
O  Jet  our  glorious  joy  be  full. 
6  O  may  we  all   triumphant  rife, 

With  joy  upon  our  heads  return, 
And  far  above  thefe  nether  fides, 

By  thee  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 
Through  all  yon  radiant  circle  move, 
And  gain  the  higheft  heaven  of  love. 

H  Y  M  N   CCLXXVII.  C.  M. 

j    /~\H  for  a  clofer  walk  with  God, 
V_>/     A  calm  and  heavenly  frame : 
A  light  to  fliine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  I 
2  Where  is  the  blefTednefs  I  knew, 
When  firft  I  few  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  foul-refrcfliing  view 
Of  Jefus  and  his  word  r 


PETITION.  269 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  fvveet  their  memory  Hill  ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill, 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  meffenger  of  reft  : 
I  hate,  the  fins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breaft. 

5  The  dcarefl  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne ; 
And  worGiip  only  thee. 

6  So  fhall  my  walk  be  clofe  with  God, 

Calm  and  ferene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  fhall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXVIII.    L.  M. 

1      AN  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire, 
XiL     Wherewith  to  be  bapriz'd  I  have  ; 
JTis  all  my  longing  foul's  defire, 
This,  only  this  my  foul  can  fave. 
7.  Stnught'ned  I  am,  till  this  be  done ; 
Kindle  in  me  the  living  flame ; 
Father,,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son, 
Baptize  me  into  Jefu's  name. 
5  Transform  my  nature  into  thine, 

Let  all  my  powers  thine  imprefs  feel, 
Let  all  my  foul  become  divine, 

And  ftamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 
Love,    mighty  love,  my  heart  o'erpow'r, 

Ah  !  why  doll  thou  fo  long  delay  ? 
Cat  fhort  the  work,  bring  near  the  hour. 
•\n  i  let  me  fee  thy  perfect  day. 


2-o  PETITION. 

5  Behold)  for  thee  I  ever  wait, 

Now  let  in  me  thy  image  mine, 

the  ne^v  heaven's  and  canh  create, 
An  1  plant  with  righteoufnefs  divide. 

6  If  with  the  wretched  foas  of  men 

It  ftiil  be  thy  delight  to  live, 
Come,   Lord,  beget  my  foul  again, 

Thyfelf,  thy  quick  nin^  Spirit  give. 

H   V  M  N    eCLXXIX.    C.  M. 
i    FOUNTAIN  of  life,  td  all  below, 
X       Let  thy  falvation  roll; 
V/ater,  repleniih  and  o'erfiow 

Every  believing  foul. 

2  Into  that  Ivs.ppy  number,  Lord, 

Us  weary  firiners  take, 
Jefus,  f  gracious  word, 

o-vn  mercy'*  fake. 

3  Turn  back  our  nature's  rapid  tide, 

An  1  w*e  Giall  How  to  thee, 

e  down  the  ftrearn  of  time  we  £ 
To   oar  eternity. 

4  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  fuelling  florid, 
\yjafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart 
We  fwift  return  to  God. 

5  We  foon  mall  reach  the  boundlefs  fea, 

Into  thy  fulnefs  fall, 
Be  loir,  and  fwallowed  up  in  thee, 
Cur  God,  our  All  in  All. 
H  Y  M  N    CCLXXX.    L.  Mi 
I    f~\  THOU,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore, 
\^J     We  now  with  all  thy  faints  agree, 
And  bow  our  inmoft  fouls  before 
Thy  glorious,  awful  Majefty, 


PETITION. 


27 


2  The  King  of  nations  we  proclaim, 

Who  would  not  our  great  Sovereign  fear  ? 
We  long  t'  experience  all  thy  name, 
And  now  we  come  to  meet  thee  here. 

3  We  come,  great  God,  td  feek  thy  face, 

And  for  thy  loving  kindnefs  wait ; 
And  O  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

'Tis  God's  own  houfe,  'tis  heaven's  gate. 

4  Tremble  our  hearts  to  find  thee  nigh, 

To  thee  our  trembling  hearts  afpire  : 
And  lo  !  we  fee  defcend  from  high 
The  pillar  and  the  flame  of  fire. 

5  Still  let  it  on  th'  aiTembly  ftay, 

And  all  the  houfe  with  glory  fill : 
To  Canaan's  bounds  point  out  the  way, 
And  bring  us  to  thy  holy  hill. 

6  There  let  us  all  with  Jefus  da:;d, 

And  join  the  general  church  above, 
And  take  our  feats  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  fing  thine  everlafdng  love. 

7  Come,  Lord,  our  fouls  are  on  the  wing, 

Now  on  thy  great  white  throne  appear, 
And  let  my  eyes  beheld  my  King, 
And  let  me  fee  my  Saviour  there. 

HYMN    CCLXXXI.    L.  M. 

1    Q  AY,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  ? 
O     You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace, 
Behold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveils  the  Saviour's  face. 


272  PETITION. 

2  Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  fpeaks 

To  every  foul  that  turns  his  ear  ; 
Amidft  the  golden  candlefticks 

He  walks :  and  lo  !  he  now  is  here. 

3  Prefent  to  all  believing  fouls, 

They  fee  him  with  an  eagle's  eye  : 
Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls 
Stain'd  with  a  glorious  primfon  clyc, 

4  A  golden  girdle  binds  his  breaft, 

(Whence  dreams  of  confolation  flow, 
Milk  for  his  new-bom  babes,  who  rell 
In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know.) 

5  His  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man, 

His  eyes  are  as  a  flame  of  fire  ; 

They  dart  a  fin-confuming  pain, 

And  life  and  joy  divine  infpire. 

6  His  fpodefs  purity  of  foul, 

We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know, 
Kis  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool, 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  fnow. 

7  Glitter  his  feet  like  polilh'd  brafs 

That  long  hath  lit  the  furnace  fhonc, 
Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  fun. 

8  As  many  waters  founds  his  word, 

Seven  liars  he  holds  in  his  right  hand, 
Out  of  his  mouth  a  two-edg'd  fword 
Gees  forth  :  before  it  who. can  fhind 

9  Lord,   at  thy  feet  we  fall  as  deal, 

Lay  thy  right  hand  upnn  our  foul, 
.  Scatter  our  fears,   thy  Spirit  ihed, 
And  all  our  unbelief  controul. 


PETITION.  273 

10  Tel!  us,  «  I  am  the  Firft  and  Laft, 

"  Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  all,  am  I ! 
"  And  lo !   my  Bitter  death  is  paft, 
"  And  lo  !  I  live  no  more  to  die  : 

1 1  "  I  have  the  keys  of  death  and  hell." 

Amen  !   thy  record  we  receive, 
And  wait  till  thou  our  fpirits  feal, 
And  All  in  All  for  ever  live. 

H  Y  M  N   CCLXXXII.     L.  M. 

1  T^RAW  near,  O  Son  of  God,  draw  near, 
jLJ    Us  with  thy  flaming  eye  behold, 
Still  in  thy  church  vouchfafe  t'  appear, 

And  let  our  candlerlick  be  gold. 

2  Still  hold  the  ftars  in  thy  right  hand, 

And  let  them  in  thy  luftre  glow, 
The  lights  of  a  benighted  land, 
1  he  angels  of  thy  church  below. 

3  Make  good  their  apoftolic  boafr, 

Their  high  commiflicn  let  them  prcve, 
Be  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghofc, 

And  fill.'d  with  faith  and  hope  and  love. 

4  Their  hearts  from  things  of  earth  remove, 

Sprinkle  them,  Lord,  from  fin  and  fear, 
Fix  their  affections  all  aborc, 

And  lay  up  all  our  treafux^e  there. 


Give  them  an  ear  to  hear  thy  word 
Thou  fpeakert  to  the  churches  now  : 

And  let  all  tongues  confefs  their  Lord, 
Let  every  knee  to  jefus  bow. 


274  PETITION. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIII. 

i  TN  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  appear, 
JL  Darknefs  difpel,  the  humble  mourner  cheer, 
Vain  thoughts  remove,  melt  down  this  flinty 

heart  ; 
Caufe  every  foul  to  chufe  the  better  part. 

2  Thy  prefence  fills  the  univerfal  fpace; 
Thy  grace  appears  to  all  the  fallen  race. 
O  !  v Hit  us  with  light  and  life  divine, 
Fill  every  foul,  for  every  foul  is  thine. 

3  The  bleffed  Jefus  is  my  Lord,  my  love  ; 
He  is  my  King,  from  him  I  would  not  move; 
Away  then,  all  ye  objects  that  divert, 

Nor  feck  to  draw  from  my  dear  Lord  my  heart. 

4  That  uncreated  beauty  which  hath  gain'd 
My  ravifh'd  heart,  hath  all  your  glory  ftain'd; 
His  lovelinefs  my  fcul  hath  prepoffefs'd, 
And  left  no  room  for  any  other  gueft. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXXIV.    C.  M. 

1  T    ORD,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  ; 
JLj     in  van  my  foul  would  try 

To  fhun  thy  prefence,  or  to  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furvevs 

My  riling  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  focrets  of  my  breaft. 

Mjy  thoughts  Jie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 
Before  they're  fcrm'd  within  : 


CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
Thou  know'ft  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Sccur'd  by  fov 'reign  love. 

HYMN    CCLXXXV.    Bojle*. 
Chriflmas  Hymn, 

i  *«  Qhepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
k3  "  And  fend  your  fears  away, 
"  News  from  the  regions  of  the  ikies — 
"  Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jefus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 

"  Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
«  To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
"  But  not  as  monarch's  do. 

3  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwaddling  bands,. 

"  Nor  royal  mining  things ; 
"  A  manger  for  his  cradle  ftands, 
"  And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

4  «  Go,  mepherds,  where  the  infant  lies, 

"  And  fee  his  humble  throne : 
"  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 
"  Go,  fhepherds,  kifs  the  Son." 
A  a 


275 


276  BAPTISM. 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  ftraiglit  around 

The  heav'nly  armies  throng  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  found, 
And  thus  conclude  the  long  : 

6  "  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

"  Let  peace  furround  the  earth  ; 
"  Mortals  fliall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
"  At  their  Redeemer's  birth." 

7  Lord  !  and  fliall  angels  have  their  fongs, 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  ? 
O  may  we  k>fe  thofe  ufelefs  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praifc! 

S  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
That  pitied  us  forlorn, 
We  join  to  fing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

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BAPTISM. 

H  Y  M  N    CCLXXXVI.    C.  M. 

i   /CELESTIAL  Dove,  defcend  from  high, 
V^     And  on  the  water  brood  : 
Ccme,  with  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  apply 
The  water  and  the  blood. 
2  Almighty  God,  for  thee  we  call, 
And  our  requeir  renew  : 
Accept  in  Chri-.t,  and  blefs  withal 
The  work  we  have  to  do. 


BAPTISM. 
HYMN    CCLXXXVII.    S.  M. 


CALL'D  f 
And  w; 


from  above,    I  rife 
rafh  away  my  fin, 
The  ftream  to  which  my  fpirit  fiies 
Can  make  the  fouled  clean. 


2  It  runs  divinely  clear, 

A  fountain  deep  and  wide  • 
'Twas  open'd  by  the  foldier's  fpear, 
In  my  Redeemer's  fide  ! 

HYMN    CCLXXXVIII.    L.  M. 

i   r^OME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
V_v   Honour  the  means  ordain'd  by  thee  ! 
Make  good  our  apofrolic  boaft, 
And  own  thy  glorious  miniitry. 

2  Father,  in  thefe  reveal  thy  Son  : 

In  thefe  for  whom  we  feck  thy  face,, 
The  hidden  myrcery  make  known, 
The  inward,  pure,  baptizing  grace. 

3  Jefus,  with  us  thou  always  art  : 

Eueci:'ate  now  the  facred  i:gn  : 
The  gift  unfpeakable  impart, 

And  blefs  the  ordinance  divine.  * 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  defcend  from  high, 

Peptizer  of  our  fpirits  thou  ! 
The  facramental  feal  apply? 

And  witnefs  with  the  v.  atcr  now  ! 


z7  8  CLASS-MEETING. 

C  L  A  S  S-M  E  E  T  I  N  G. 

HYMN    CCLXXXIX. 

i      \   LL  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  gives  us  to 
jlX.         meet  : 

His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praifes  repeat  : 
We  own  him  our  Jefus,  continually  near, 
To  pardon,  and  blefs  us,  and  perfect  us  here. 

2  In  him  we  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  pow'r, 
Preferv'd  by  his  grace  throughout  the  dark 

hour ; 
In  all  our  temptation,  he  keeps  us  to  prove 
His  utmoft  falvation,  his  fulncfs  of  love. 

3  Pronounce  the  glad  word,  and  bid  us  be  free  ; 
Ah  1  haft  thou  not,  Lord,  a  bleffing  for  me  ? 
The  peace  thou  haft  given,  this  moment  impart, 
And  open  thy  heaven,  O  Love,  in  my  heart ! 

HYMN    CCXC.    C.  M. 

i    QEE,  Jefu,  thy  difciplcs  fee, 
O     The  promis'd  bleffing  give  ! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 

Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  ; 
We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midft  to  find. 

3  Whom  now  we  feek,  O  may  we  meet ! 

Jefus,  the  crucified, 
Shew  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
Thou  who  for  us  haft  dy'd. 


■ 


FUNERAL.  2;9 

H  Y  M  N    CCXCI. 

i      A    Fpointed  by  thee,  we  meet  in  thy  name, 
JT \,  And  meekly  agree  to  follow  the  Lan.b, 
To  trace  thy  example,  the  world  to  difdain, 
And  conftantly  trample  on  pleafure  and  pain. 

2  O  Jcfufi  appear!  no  longer  delay, 
To  fancufy  here,  and  bear  us  away  ; 
The  end  of  our  meeting  on  earth  let  us  fee, 
Triumphantly  fitting  in  glory  with  thee  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CCXCII.     L.  M. 
Funeral, 

1  npHANKS  be  to  God,  whofe  faithful  love 

JL        Hath  call'd  another  to  his  breafc, 
Tranflated  him  to  joys  above, 
To  manfions  of  eternal  reii. 

2  Fie  the  good  fight  of  faith  hath  won, 

He  heard  with  joy  the  welcome  word  ; 
"  Hither  come  up  (thy  work  is  done) 
"  And  reign  for  ever  with  thy  Lord.'* 

.3  By  rainifterial  fpirits  convey  \i, 
Lodg'd  in  the  gamer  of  the  (Ivy, 
He  refts  in  Abraham's  bofom  laid, 
He  lives  with  God,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Thanks  be  to  God,  thro'  Chrift  alone, 
Who  gave  our  friend  the  viCiory, 
O  Matter,  fay  to  me,  "  Well  done !" 
May  I  rejoice  to  die  in  thee. 
A  a  3 


oO 


REJOICING. 


HYMN    CCXCIII. 

1  "V^E  fimple  fouls,  that  ft  ray 

X       Far  from  the  path  of  peace, 
That  unfrequented  way 

To  life,   and  happinefs : 
How  long  will  ye  your  folly  love, 

And  throng  the  downward  road, 
And  hate  the  wifdom  from  above, 

And  mock  the  fons  ot  God  ? 

2  Madnefs  and  mifery 

Ye  count  our  life  beneath, 
And  nothing  great  can  fee, 

Or  glorious  in  our  death  I 
As  born  to  fufFer  and  to  grieve, 

Beneath  your  feet  we  lie, 
And  utterly  contemn'd  we  live, 

And  unlamented  die. 

3  Poor  penfive  fojourners 

O'erwhclm'd  with  grief  and  woes, 
Perplex'd  with  needlefs  fears, 

And  pleafure's  mortal  foes  ; 
More  irkfome  than  a  gaping  tomb, 

Our  fight  ye  cannot  bear, 
Wrapt  in  the  melancholy  gloom 

Of  fanciful  defpair. 

4  So  wretched  and  obfcure, 

The  men  whom  ye  defpife, 
So  foolifti,  weak  and  poor, 

Above  your  fcorn  we  rife  : 
Our  confeience  in  the  Holy  Ghoil 

Can  witnefs  better  things ; 
For  he,  whofe  blood  is  all  our  boaft, 

Hath  made  us  priefts  and  kings. 


REJOICING.  281 

Riches  unfearchable 

In  Jefu's  love  we  know, 
And  pleafures  from  the  well 

Of  life,  our  fouls  o'erflow ; 
From  him  the  fpirit  we  receive, 

Of  wifdom,  grace  and  pow'r, 
And  always  forrowful  we  live, 

Rejoicing  evermore. 

Angels  our  fervants  are, 

And  keep  in  all  our  ways, 
And  in  their  hands  they  bear 

The  facred  fons  of  grace  ; 
Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  blifs, 

They  all  cur  fteps  attend  ; 
And  God  himfelf  our  Father  is, 

And  Jefus  is  our  friend. 

With  him  we  walk  in  white, 

We  in  his  image  ihine, 
Our  robes  are  robes  of  light, 

Our  righteoufnefs  divine  ; 
On  all  the  grov'ling  kings  of  earth, 

With  pity  we  look  down, 
And  claim  in  virtue  of  our  birth, 

A  never-fading  crown. 

HYMN    CCXCIV. 

HARK!  how  the  gofpel-trumpet  founds! 
Thro'  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds ! 
And  Jefus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  finners  back  to  God  ; 
And  guides  them  fafely  by  his  word, 
To  endlefs  day*.* 


zSz  PRAISE. 

2  Hail,  all- victorious  conq'ring  Lord  I 
Be  thou   by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 
"Who  undertook  for  finful  man, 

And  brought  falvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endlefs  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  fouls,  fight  On, 
And  when  the  conqueit.  you  have  won, 
The  pa'ms  of  victory  you  (hall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  mare, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endlefs  day. 

4  There  we  mall  in  tweet  chorus  join, 
And  faints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  ling  of  his  redeeming  love 
When  rolling  years  ihall  ceafe  to  move, 
A;.  !:  be  our  theme  above, 

In  endlefs  day. 

H  Y  M  N     CCXCV.    C.  M.  • 

KXGW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  : 
A  token  of  his  love  he  givts, 
S-ge'of  liberty. 

I  foon  expecl  to  find 
la  all  its  depth  and  height, 
To  comprehend  the  Eternai  Mind, 
And  grafp  the  Infinite. 

When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 

Of  paravHfe  poflefs'd, 
I  tafie  unutterable  blifs, 

And  cvcrlafting  re. 


PETITIONING. 

HYMN    CCXCVI.    S.  M. 

i   T^ATHER,  I  dare  believe 
JL       Thee  merciful  and  true  : 
Thou  wilt  my  guilty  foul  forgive* 
My  fallen  foul  renew. 

2  Come  then  for  Jefu's  fake, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean ; 
An  end  of  all  my  troubles  make, 
An  end  of  all  my  fin. 

3  I  cannot  warn  my  heart, 

But  by  believing  thee  : 
And  waiting  for  thy  blood  t'  impart 
The  fpotlefs  purity. 

4  While  at  thy  crofs  I  lie, 

Jefu,  the  grace  beftow : 
Now  thy  all-eleanfing  blood  apply, 
And  I  am  white  as  fnow. 

HYMN    CCXCVII.    C.  M. 

i   T  ASK  the  gift  of  right'oufnefs, 
X     The  fin-fubduing  pow'r; 
Pow'r  to  believe,  and  go  in  peace, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

2  My  veh'ment  foul  cries  out  opprefs'd, 

Impatient  to  be  freed  ! 
Nor  can  I,  Lord,  nor  will  I  reft, 
Till  I.  am  fav'd  indeed. 

3  Art  thou  not  able  to  convert, 

Art  thou  not  willing  too  ? 
To  change  this  old,  rebellious  heart, 
To  conquer  and  renew  ? 


CONTENTS. 


jHL WAKENING  and  Inviting 

5 

Penitential            ... 

22 

Petition             - 

43 

Rejoicing            - 

123 

Praife            -            -            - 

H3 

Trading  in  Providence 

158 

Suffering             - 

170 

Funeral        * 

174 

FeHovvihip            - 

180 

Bickfliding              - 

202 

Nativity            - 

208 

New- Year                - 

211 

Good-Friday 

213 

Praife 

215 

Morning  and  Evening           -          -  ^ 

217 

Sacramental            -                - 

219 

Parting             - 

257 

Chriftmas  Hymn            - 

275 

Baptifm                - 

276 

Oafs-Meeting            - 

2;s 

INDEX. 


Page. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die  13 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die  1 5 

Ah!  whither  mall  I  go  32 
All  glory  to  God  in  the  fey 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have  7° 

And  can  I  yet  delay  91 

All  ye  that  pafs  by  113 

Arife  my  foul,  arife  127 

And  muft  this  body  die  J  3 1 

Away  my  unbelieving  fear  164 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  |7_i 
Ah  lovely  appearance  of  death 

All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb.  297 
Away  with  our  fears 

Ah,  where  am  I  now  203 

All  hail !  happy  day  208 

Alas  !  and  did  my 'Saviour  bleed  21  3 
Almighty  Maker,  God 
All  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifs   ' 
Author  of  our  falvation,  thee 

And  let  our  bodies  part  259 

Awake,  Jerufalem,  awake  265 

An  inward  baptifm  of  pure  fire  269 
All  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  gives  us  to  meet    278 
Appointed  by  thee  we  meet  in  thy  name      279 
Bb 


INDEX* 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  1 59 

God  of  my:life,  whofe  gracious  pow'r  160 

God  moves  in  a  myfterious  way  163 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee             .  '  198 

God  only  wife,  almighty,  good  207 

God  is  in  this  and  every  place  234. 

God  of  all  confolation,  take        l'  257 

Giver  and  guardian  of  my  fleep  265 

He  comes !  he  comes !  the  Judge  fevere  17 

Happy  foul,-  that  free  from  harms  43 

Help,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly  63 

Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive  77 

How  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours  9$ 

Holy,  arid  true*  and  righteous  Lord  106 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  113 

Happy  the  man  that  finds  the  grace  124 

Happy  the  fouls  to  Jefus join'd  125 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies  132 

How  do  thy'  mercies  clofe  me  round  145 

How  happy:  every  child  of  grace  157 

Happy  foul,  thy  days  are  ended  17Z 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant  173 

Hofanna  to  Jefus  on  high  17S 

Happy  who  in  Jefus  li\  e  1 79 

How  happy -are  they  202 

How  fhall  a  loft  finner  in  pain  20  ^ 

Hark!  the  herald-angels  ling  210 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  249 

Hark!  how  the  watchmen  cry  291 

High  on  his  everlafting  throne  262 
Hark!  hdw  the  gofpel- trumpet; founds         281 


INDEX. 

Page. 

Jefu,  let  thy  pitying  eye  24 

Jefu,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art  27 

Jefus,  if  thou  art  to-day  29 

Jefu,  lover  of  my  foul  30 

I  want  a  principle  within              ..  48 

Jefus,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory  50 

I  thirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God  50 

Jefus,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord  52 

Infinite,  unexhaufted  love  to 

Jefu,  my  ftrength,  my  hope  66 

Jefu,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend  69 

Jefu,  my  life  thy fc If  apply  77 

Jefu,  thou  art  my  King  7  S 

Jefu,  my  truth,  my  way  S6 

Jefus,  thou  everlafting  King  89 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  attend  g§ 

Jefus,  from  whom  all  blefiings  flow  iog 

Jefus,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me  1 05 

Jefus  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live  109 

Jefus  the  all-fuftaining  word  1 1  2 

jefus,  Redeemer  of  mankind  116 

jefus,  thy  wandering  fheep  behold  219 

Jefus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gene  159 

I'll  praife  my -Maker  while  I've  breath  244 

Jefu,  great  fhepherd  of  the  iheep  184. 

Jefu,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee  J  SS 

Jefu,  united  by  thy  grace,  1  89 

jefus,  accept  the  praife  196 

In  that  fad  memorable  night  2  1  9 

Jefu,  at  whofe  fupreme  command  22;; 

Jefu,  dear  redeeming  Lord  225 

jefu,  we  thus  obey  225; 

I  long  to  behold  him  array'd  l$9 
Bb  3 


INDEX. 

Pag«. 

Jefus,  fhephcrd  of  the  fheep  237 

Jefu,  the  weary  wanderer's  reft  244 

Jefu,  thy  far-extended  fame  247 
In  boundlefs  mercy,  gracious  Lord  appear  274 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  282 

I  afk  the  gift  of  right'oufnefs  283 

Lo !  he  comes  in  clouds  defcending  1 8 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boaft  25 

Leader  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide  55 

Lord,  and  is  thine  anger  gone  58 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  every  word  79 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling  fco 

Light  of  life,  feraphic  fire  82 

Let  him  to  whom  we  now  belong  83 

Lo !  in  thy  hand  I  lay  87 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  g$ 

Lord,  I  believe  a  reft  remains  107 

Lord  of  the  harveft,  hear  1 2 1 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree  1  25 

Let  every  tongue  thygoodnefs  fpeak  134 

Lord  jefu,  when,  when  mall  it'be  217 

Let  all  who  truly  bear  220 
Long  have  I  feem'd  to  ferve  thee,  Lord       233 

Lovers  of  pleafure  more  than  God  250 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee  274 

Loving  Jefus,  gentle  Lamb  284 

My  drowfy  pow'rs  why  deep  ye  fo  42 

Maker,  Saviour  of  mankind  44 

My  God,  my  life,  ray  love  4.9 

My  God  !  I  know,    1  feel  thee  mine  103 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  1 1 1 


INDEX. 

Page. 

My  God,  I  am  thine  12& 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  1 34 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  141 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend  1 54 

Mailer,  I  own  thy  lawful  claim  241 

Now,  even  now,  I  yield,  I  yield  254 

O  for  a  thoufand  tongues  to  ring  g 

O  love  divine !  what  haft  thou  done  1 1 

O  that  I  could  repent  23 

O  love  divine  !  how  fweet  thou  art  3 1 

O  Jefus  my  hope  34 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  miners  cry  38 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive  59 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft  54. 

O  almighty  God  of  love  65 

O  for  a  heart  to  praife  my  God  72 

O  that  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  81 

O  thou,  to  whofe  all-fearching  fight  88 

O  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife  94 

Of  him  who  did  falvaticn  bring  98 

O  joyful  found  of  gofpe£grace  108 

O  God  of  good,  the  unfathom'd  fea  1 17 

O  Jefus,  my  reft  118 

0  tell  me  no  more  130 

O  what  {hall  I'do  my  Saviour  to  praife  143 

O  God  of  all  grace  146 

O  thou  God  of  my  falvation  156 

O  thou,  who  this  myfterious  bread  223 

O  all  that  pafs  by,  to  jefus  draw  ne?.r  226 

Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  faid  233 

O  may  thy  powerful  word  239 


INDEX. 

Page. 

O  wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer  239 

O  God,  moft  merciful  and  true  24  j 

O  God,  to  whom  in  fiefii  reveal'd  246 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  252 

On  all  the  earth  thy  fpirit  mower  256 

O  that  I  was  as  heretofore  263 

Oft  have  we  pafs'd  the  guilty  night  267 

Oh  !  for  a  clofer  walk  with  God  26S 

O  thou,  whom  all  thy  faints  adore  270 

O  thou,  who  comeil  from  above  285 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  defpair  133 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  praife  14^ 

Praife  ye  the  Lord*  y'immortal  choirs  152 
Peace,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not  fear     169 

Peace  be  on  this  houfe  beftow'd  1 94 

Pierce,  fill  me  with  an  humble  fear  240 

Pvejoice,  the  Lord  is  King  129 

Rejoice  for  a  brother  deccas'd  176 

Rock  of  Ifrae!,  cleft  for  me  2  2  r 

Rejoice  evermore  with  angels  above  228 

Signers,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  8 

Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel-word  9 

S:ay,  thou  inful ted  fpirit,  Hay  36 

Saviour,  the  world's  and  mine  52 

Soil  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace  57 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve  65 

Son  of  God,  thy  bleifing  grant  9  ? 

Saviour  of  the  fin-fick  foul  107 

See,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes  122 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  found  149 


INDEX. 

Still  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord 
St  ldicrs  of  Chrilt,  arife 
Sing  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praife 
Stand  the  omnipotent  decree 
Saviour  from  fin,  I  wait  to  prove 
Say,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord 
Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes 
See,  Jefu,  thy  difciple  fee 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 
Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 
Terrible  thought!  (hall  I  alone" 
Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty 
To  the  haven  of  thy  breaft 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tow'r 
The  praying  fpirit  breathe 
The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 
Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height 
Thou  Shepherd  of  Ifrael  and  mine 
Thou  great  myfterious  God  unknown 
Thy  ceafelefs,  unexhaufted  love 
The  fpacious  firmament  on  high 
The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 
The  Lord  of  fabbath  let  us  praife 
The  God  of  Abraham  praife 
,This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore 
Tho'  troubles  affail,  and  dangers  affright 
The  Lord  my  pafture  mail  prepare 
"Th  finifh'd,  'tis  done 
Try  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 
Thou  God  of  truth  and  love 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  Iky  2 1 1 

Thy  faithfulnefs,  Lord,  each  moment  I  find  227 


INDEX. 

Page. 

Thou  Son  of  God,  whofe  flaming  eyes  231 

Thou  hidden  God  for  whom  I  groan  23  5- 

Thou  Man  of  griefs  remember  me  236 

Thou  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  Peace  243 

Thanks  be  to  God,  whofe  faithful  love  279 

Vain,  delufive  world,  adieu  13-7 

When  riling  from  the  bed  of  death  12 

With  glorious  clouds  encompafs'd  round  26 

Weary  of  wand 'ring  from  my  God  36 

Why  mould  the  children  of  a  king  41 

What  now  is  my  objeel:  and  aim  104 

When,  gracious  Lord,  when  mail  it  be  115 

Whom  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave  115 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  138 

When  all  the  mercies  of  my  God  155 

Where  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope  206 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee  217 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  far  224 

Weary  fouls  that  wander  wide  228 

When  quiet  in  my  houfe  I  fit  241 

Watch'd  by  the  world's  malignant  yc  252 

Why  not  now,  my  God,  my  God  254 
While  fhepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night  284 

Ye  happy  finners,  hear  7f 

Ye  heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace  216 

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